The murmur of her voice as she explained and comforted and advised came soothingly from the room, with now and then an interruption while she waited for a tardy answer to some question.

Finally she rose and stood in the doorway, looking back at a huddled figure on the bed.
"Now dry your eyes and be a good girl, and remember what you've promised," she admonished kindly.

"Aunt Phoebe didn't mean to scold you, honey; she only wants you to feel that you belong here, and she wants you to like her boys and have them like you.

They've always wanted a sister to pet; and Aunt Phoebe is hoping you'll not disappoint her.
You'll try; won't you, Vadnie ?" "Y--yes," murmured Vadnie meekly from the pillow.

"I know you will." Phoebe looked at her for a moment longer rather wistfully, and turned away.