“Is there nothing you can do?”
“My dear,” said her mother, “Howard—we—are all in God’s hands.”
She drew a long breath and lifted her head bravely.
“Miss Kittridge,” said the girl, “I have something very important to tell mother, and——”
Miss Kittridge smiled back at her.
“I am going right away, honey. There is lots of work for us to do and——”
“You don’t mind, I hope,” said Edith Varney, calling after her as she went into the hall.
“No, indeed,” was the reply.
Mrs. Varney sat down wearily by the table, and Edith pulled up a low stool and sat at her feet.
“Well, my dear?”