“You ought to know that I’ll always help you till you get on your feet,” she said sternly.
“I do know,” said Judith, shedding more tears; “but it seems to take me so long to get on my feet! All I do is—to get on your feet.”
“Nonsense!” said Mrs. Fremby.
She had, in her heart, no very great illusions about Judith’s ability to earn money, but what did that matter? Judith wanted her niece, and what Judith wanted she ought to have. That was nothing more than justice.
“Judith, I’m going to handle this,” she announced.
“Don’t do anything—awful,” said Judith. “You know, Evelyn, you’re so—”
Mrs. Fremby smiled as if she had received a compliment.
“Leave it to me,” she said. “Just drink your tea, my dear child, and don’t worry.”
So Judith, with a sigh, let slip the burden from her magnificent shoulders.