Minnie opened her black eyes.
“Well!” she said, sleepy but good-humoured.
“Minnie, isn’t this awful!”
“The same as it always was,” she replied, slowly, “and it seems to me we can be pretty useful here.”
Frances frowned.
“To Grandma? Of course.... Only, isn’t it senseless for two healthy young women to spend their time looking after one old lady?”
“I shouldn’t call it senseless.”
“I could help much more by earning money and sending it to her,” said Frances.
“You don’t have to decide all that now,” Minnie returned, rather severely. “You can give yourself a week or so to rest—after what’s happened.”
Frankie said no more, but remained unconvinced. She made up her mind she wouldn’t stay on that farm—not for a week.