"
"We have never worried, dear; lay that up to Robert's credit, and
remember that his offer of a home to you and Morton was as hearty and
sincere as Mrs. Macon's own. I should not have been so fond and proud of
him otherwise."
Molly, sitting affectionately on her sister's knee, toyed with her hair
a moment, then said diffidently,--
"Sara."
"Well, Molly?"
"Don't be provoked, dear, but I've sometimes thought you would marry
Jasper."
"Why, child?" trying not to color beneath the searching young eyes.
"Oh, he always seemed to like you so well; and Miss Prue too, I think
she wanted it anyhow."
Sara hesitated a moment, then said gently,--
"I should consider it a great compliment if Miss Prue had felt so--and
that makes me think--I must not delay longer to write her of these new
plans of ours. And now, dear little sister, go to Mrs. Macon yourself,
and tell her your decision. She is waiting in her own room."
"But you'll come with me, Sara?"
"No, child, best go alone."
"But what shall I say?" diffidently.
"Now, Molly, as if you were ever at a loss."
"But I so often say the wrong thing, and you never do, Sara," with a
sudden spasm of feeling that brought hot tears to her eyes; "it doesn't
seem right! You've been so good, and look at all the hard times you've
had, while I'm just _penetrated_ with naughtiness, and yet things
always go smoothly with me!"
"Well, dear, then you have only to be thankful, and as good as possible;
nor worry about me, God has blessed me abundantly.
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