I'm so lonely and unhappy. And
I need the love of one so close to me all the time as you are.
It'd be a real help."
Selina began to cry again, and then Margaret gave way to tears;
and, presently, out came the dreadful story of the lover's fight
and jailing; and Margaret, of course, promised to see that he was
released at once. When she went to her own room, the maid
following to help her efface the very disfiguring evidence of
their humble, emotional drama, Margaret had recovered her self-
esteem and had won a friend, who, if too stupid to be very useful,
was also too stupid to be unfaithful.
As it was on the same day, and scarcely one brief hour later, it
must have been the very same Margaret who paced the alley of
trimmed elms, her eyes so stern and somber, her mouth and chin so
hard that her worshipful sister Lucia watched in silent,
fascinated dread. At length Margaret noted Lucia, halted and: "Why
don't you read your book?" she cried fiercely. "Why do you sit
staring at me?"
"What a temper you have got--what a NASTY temper!" Lucia was
goaded into retorting.
"Haven't I, though!" exclaimed Margaret, as if she gloried in it.
"Stop that staring!"
"I could see you were thinking something--something--TERRIBLE!"
explained Lucia.
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