"I begged her yesterday to see the doctor."
"She says no doctor can do her any good, and that we must just leave her alone. I fancy she's thinking out something that she's terribly worried about."
"There is something wrong," said the mother heavily. "Oh, Rosalie, if she were only like you, and would not hide her heart from those who love her!"
"We can't all be alike, mother darling! Rosanne has a stronger character for better or worse than I have. It is easy for me to throw my troubles on other people's shoulders, but she is capable of bearing in silence far greater sorrows, and of making far greater sacrifices."
"It is not a happy nature," sighed her mother. "I wonder if Kitty
Drummund can do any good if I send for her?"
"Better not, mother. She says she wants to see no one at present, and you know she was at Kitty's the night before last."
"I have asked her so often not to go out at night like that—even to
Kitty's. I dare say she caught cold driving."
"Poor Rosanne! It is more than a cold she has!"
Sophia Ozanne looked at her little, fair daughter with tender eyes, remembering the heartless way Rosanne had spoken of her sister's grief only two nights before.
"How different you are, my Rosalie—forgetting your own sorrow to think of others!"