“I’ve clean forgot that pie, Seth. Go to the cave and bring me some apples. Quick, now!”
He sensed something a little queer in that order, which would have been very natural and pleasing at any other time, but he did not stop to question. Claire waited until the door had closed behind him, then ran to Marion, with anxiety pictured in her face.
“What is it, Marion?” she exclaimed.
“Oh, Claire, Claire!” cried Marion, breaking. “I’m so––so––unhappy!”
Then she flung herself into Claire’s arms, weeping without restraint.
CHAPTER XII
SUNNYSIDES
Marion was not alone in her misery; but knowledge of this, had it by any chance come to her, would not have eased her heart, though it might indeed have hardened it a little against more suffering to come.