"You forget things, dear. You have been very ill, you know."
"Yes; I suppose she has gone back to Greylock. But why doesn't she write to me? Perhaps I was cross to her when I was sick, and weaned her from me. Was I, Laura?"
"No, indeed."
"I will write to her and tell her how fast I am getting well; then I shall certainly get a letter. Don't you think so?"
Laura was never so tempted to tell a lie. As it was, she answered as carelessly as she could, "It is a long time since I had a letter from her. Are you glad that we are all going to live at Greylock?" asked Laura.
"Oh, are you going there to live? Going to leave this beautiful house? Why, Laura!"
"Mamma wished one of her children to go, and it was most convenient for us; in fact, we are the only ones who could."
"It doesn't seem like aunty to want you to leave this house, just as you are so nicely settled in it. Not an atom like her. Something is going wrong; I am sure there is. Has she gone crazy?"
"No, no. Don't worry about it. We are perfectly satisfied to go."