"Now look at that cluster of Michaelmas daisies: have they not an air of cheerfulness?"
"They have indeed," said Aldyth, smiling; "but, Kitty, it is something new to hear you quoting poetry."
"I dare say it is; but I am learning to appreciate Wordsworth. Hilda and I are studying literature together. I should not wonder if I were to become intellectual after all," said Kitty, with a merry light in her eyes.
"Kitty is finding what precious companions books can be," said Hilda. "There is nothing like them for lifting us out of ourselves, and helping us through weary hours."
"Oh, but they do more than that," said Aldyth. "The best literature helps us in a higher way than by simply making us forget our troubles. It teaches truths that inspire us with strength and courage to endure."
"You are right," said Kitty. "Aldyth, dear, I can see that you have needed that kind of help of late. There is a shadow on your face that tells tales."
"I have had many worries," said Aldyth, colouring.
"You must have had," said Mrs. Bland. "Your mother will feel this change very much."
"She does," said Aldyth, looking grave. "She is still far from strong, and that perhaps makes her more low-spirited than she would otherwise be."
"Have you made any plans yet?"