"Cared to get well?"
"Yes."
"You mean—she doesn't care because her face is altered? Yes—I heard what she said. But will it get right in time? She has been so lovely. Will she be that again?"
"I'm afraid not, quite. She will improve; and the scar will get fainter. But that contraction of the mouth will be permanent."
"And her eyes—they seem so weak."
"Yes. They may improve a good deal. I hope they will."
Magda was conscious of a lump in her own throat. She went off, oppressed once more with a sense of failure. How was it that she could do nothing for Patricia, while Bee in two minutes had gained a hold, and was giving comfort? And a soft inner voice whispered—
"You were thinking of yourself! Bee thought only of Patricia."
[CHAPTER XXXII]
AFTER SEVEN MONTHS