When you think of the kind of friends that Marian Thorne's father and mother, and our father and mother were, and how we children were reared together, and the good times we have had in these two houses--and then the awful day when the car went over the cliff, and how Marian clung to us and tried to comfort us, when her own health was broken--and Marian's the same Marian she has always been, only nicer every day--how you can sit there and say you have scarcely seen her in six of the hardest weeks of her life, certainly surprises me.

I'll tell you this: I told Katy I would help her, but I won't do it if you don't go over and make Marian come tonight." Eileen turned to her sister and looked at her keenly.

Linda's brow was sullen, and her jaw set.
"A bed would look mighty good to me and I will go and get into mine this minute if you don't say you will go and ask her, in such a way that she comes," she threatened.
Eileen hesitated a second and then said: "All right, since you make such a point of it I will ask her." "Very well," said Linda.

"Then I'll help Katy the very best I can.".