“Are you hungry?” Hannah demanded.
“No,” said Jacqueline, cross and ashamed of herself. “I’m all right.”
Sallie looked at her sharply.
“You’re one of the Conway children, ain’t you?” she asked.
Jacqueline nodded.
“Guess she got tuckered out walkin’ up from the Meadows,” Hannah suggested.
The two women exchanged glances.
“You better sit and rest a spell here on the porch,” Sallie bade Jacqueline, as she rose from beside her.
“Come into the kitchen,” Hannah bettered the invitation. “The grocery-boy’s just been here with the things, and I can let you have a tumbler of milk.”
Shyness descended upon Jacqueline. She scrambled to her feet, with a “No, thank you!” on the tip of her tongue. But she never uttered it. For once on her feet, she realized that she felt “all gone.” Her knees were wobbly and there was a fluttering in her wrists. Rest and a drink of milk sounded good.