CHAPTER XVIII. PHYLLIS.
Die æltre Tochter gæhnet
"Ich will nicht verhungern bei euch,
Ich gehe morgen zum Grafen,
Und der ist verliebt und reich."
Heine.
"Lucy, dear, you must go."
"But, Gerty, you can never manage to get through the work alone."
"I will make Phyllis help me. It will be the best thing for her, and she works better than any of us when she chooses."
The sisters were standing together in the studio, discussing a letter which Lucy held in her hand—an appeal from the heartbroken "old folks" that she, who was to have been their daughter, should visit them in their sorrow.