Elliott, watching the three on the foot of her bed, thought they looked very happy. Her aunt’s hair hung in two thick braids, like a girl’s, over her shoulders, and her face, seen in the moonlight, made Elliott feel things that she couldn’t fit words to. She didn’t know what it was she felt, exactly, but the forlornness inside her began to grow less and less, until at last, when her aunt bent down and kissed her and a braid touched the pillow on each side of Elliott’s face, it was quite gone.
“Good night, little girl,” said Aunt Jessica, “and happy dreams.”
CHAPTER III
CAMERON FARM
Elliot opened her eyes to bright sunshine. For a minute she couldn’t think where she was. Then the strangeness came back with a stab, not so poignant as on the night before but none the less actual.
“Oh,” said a small, eager voice, “do you think you’re going to stay waked up now?”
Elliott’s eyes opened again, opened to see Priscilla’s round, apple-cheeked face at the door.
“It isn’t nice to peek, I know, but I’m going to get your breakfast, and how could I tell when to start it unless I watched to see when you waked up?”