"
"If I promise I shall break it," said the honest girl; "for they
_will_ speak to me, and I shall forget when I'm away from you."
"Then, Molly," with sudden resolution, "I shall resign my position, and
take you back to Killamet. I can make enough with my pen to keep us from
starving."
Molly looked at her, and knowing she was in deadly earnest burst out,--
"Oh, don't do that, Sara; 'twould be too dreadful! I'll try, I really
will; but you must remember I'm not like you. I don't care for books,
and I do like people; and it's awfully lonesome with nobody but you and
Morton! Other girls have parties and rides, and lots of nice times; and
I don't even have girlfriends to come and visit me; it's lonesome, it
is!"
Sara felt the force of this as she had never felt it before. Here was a
nature as opposite to her own as the two poles. The books, thoughts, and
work, which gave her such pleasure were all a weariness to this sunny,
companionable creature, longing for life, merriment, and all youthful
pleasures. Could she greatly blame the child? And her tones softened as
she said,--
"Poor little girl! Have I kept you too close? Believe me it was for your
good."
At this Molly weakened instantly, and two arms flew about Sara's neck,
while a penitent voice cried,--
"I know I'm just as mean as I can be, and you're the best sister in the
world; but oh! I do wish I could ride horse-back, and go to parties and
picnics, and have stacks of girls all the time, then those silly
students might go to gr--I mean to College, where they belong; for I
wouldn't care a cent for the whole lot of them!"
Sara laughed.
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