“I’m so glad you’ve come,” she said in a small sweet voice. “I like you so very much. I know I’m not to be often with you; but at least you’ll have an eye on me, won’t you?”
“An eye on you! I shall never want to have it off you, if you say such nice things to me!” Susy laughed, leaning from her pillows to draw the little girl up to her side.
Clarissa smiled and settled herself down comfortably on the silken bedspread. “Oh, I know I’m not to be always about, because you’re just married; but could you see to it that I have my meals regularly?”
“Why, you poor darling! Don’t you always?”
“Not when mother’s away on these cures. The servants don’t always obey me: you see I’m so little for my age. In a few years, of course, they’ll have to—even if I don’t grow much,” she added judiciously. She put out her hand and touched the string of pearls about Susy’s throat. “They’re small, but they’re very good. I suppose you don’t take the others when you travel?”
“The others? Bless you! I haven’t any others—and never shall have, probably.”
“No other pearls?”
“No other jewels at all.”
Clarissa stared. “Is that really true?” she asked, as if in the presence of the unprecedented.
“Awfully true,” Susy confessed. “But I think I can make the servants obey me all the same.”