“You poor girl!” exclaimed Prim. “Haven’t you got any friends at all?”
“Yes, I’ve got one friend. His name is Dan. Dan Brent! He lives down in Fish Cove with his uncle. He’s a dear boy, and the truest friend a girl could have. He’d do anything for me.”
“But the people for whom you work, Sally? Are they kind?” asked Prim.
“Yes, they’re kind enough, but of course I can’t expect them to take an interest in me. I work hard for all I get.”
“You poor darling!” Terry impulsively threw her arms about the girl. “Prim and I will find a home for you where you won’t have to work hard, won’t we Prim?”
“I should say so,” agreed the twin. “The idea of a girl of your age having to work so hard. It’s downright cruel!”
“Sally!” came a voice from the adjoining room. “Are you working?”
“Yes, Mrs. Heron, I’m mending.”
“That’s right. Keep working.”
Terry’s lips set in a determined line. “That’s a job for us. Prim,” she whispered as Sally left the room. “We’ll come up and get her soon, and maybe we can find her uncle.”