“How was she this morning?” asked Edna sympathetically.
“She was much better. I left her sitting on the porch in the sun. She can walk only a few steps, you see, and sometimes has to be lifted from place to place.”
“Who lifts her?” Edna was much interested at this peep into Miss Newman’s life.
“I do when I am there, for I know just how to do it without hurting her.”
“Will she sit there all day where you left her?”
“Oh, no, for she has a wheeling chair and the old woman who lives with us can wheel her in when she is ready to go.”
“Tell me some more.” Edna leaned her elbows on the table and looked at her teacher with a wistful look. She did feel so very sorry for this poor sister who could not walk.
“She is a very cheerful, bright person,” Miss Newman went on, “and everyone loves her. She is very fond of children and is continually doing something for those in the neighborhood. It is far from being a wealthy street, and back of us there are many very poor people. At Christmas we had a tree for the ones who couldn’t have one at home, and my sister made nearly everything on it, such pretty things they were, too. There was a present for each child.”
“I think that was perfectly lovely,” said Edna. This was the kind of thing that appealed to her. “What is your sister’s name?”
“Her name is Eloise.”