Perhaps she's mistaken after all!"
and she tried to content herself in this belief.
When a letter came from her old friend, giving a lively description of
her journey home, and of a disgraceful squabble between Polly and a tiny
pug, in which the former blasphemed, and the latter barked bravely from
the arms of his mistress, until the wrathful conductor bundled both off
into the baggage-car, but saying nothing of Jasper, except a casual
remark that his schooner was expected in soon, she felt relieved.
"I have been making too much of nothing!" she said, and blushed all to
herself at the thought that her vanity alone had caused her all these
pangs.
CHAPTER XIX.
BERTHA GILLETTE.
There was a great deal of sickness that summer in Dartmoor, and much
suffering among the poor. Sara, having little or no money to spare, felt
she could only give herself, and thus set apart her Saturday afternoons
(upon which she was now free from museum work) to visit the sick
whenever she was needed, the circle to which she belonged having
systematized this charity that it might not fall too heavily upon any
one.
Molly sometimes went with her, and the two bright faces brought comfort
to many forlorn hearts.
It was an intensely warm day, the first week in July, when a card
bearing the silver cross reached her.
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