"Here is a clean handkerchief," she said, "and I've put some of your perfumery on it.

Give me the other." Rose took the sweet-smelling square of linen and tried to smile again.

"I just got nervous," she said.
"Set down here in this chair," said Sylvia, "and I'll draw up the little table, and I want you to eat your supper.

I've brought up something real nice for you." "Thank you, Aunt Sylvia; you're a dear," said Rose, pitifully, "but--I don't think I can eat anything." In spite of herself the girl's face quivered again and fresh tears welled into her eyes.

She passed her scented handkerchief over them.