13/66 She's too kind--she's too good--she's too tender." "That is what I have remembered," said Lady Anstruthers brokenly. "She used to hold me on her lap when I was quite grown up. Oh! her soft, warm arms--her warm shoulder! I have so wanted her." "She has wanted you," Betty answered. "She thinks of you just as she did when she held you on her lap." "But if she saw me now--looking like this! If she saw me! Sometimes I have even been glad to think she never would." "She will." Betty's tone was cool and clear. "But before she does I shall have made you look like yourself." Lady Anstruthers' thin hand closed on her plucked leaves convulsively, and then opening let them drop upon the stone of the terrace. |