“Sue would miss you—if you should go away.”
“I know she would—terribly.”
“You’ve thought of going, then?”
“O, sometimes I think of it; but when Sue turns her poor little face and looks at me, I can’t bear to think any more about it.”
“Doesn’t she look so at her mother, too?”
“Yes; but her mother always seems to want to get her out of her sight. She wouldn’t hurt her, of course; but it seems as if she held a grudge against God and Sue for her being so deformed. Somehow, she acts as if she held both of them responsible for the child’s misery.”
“Most mothers would be more tender to such a child.”
“I know it,—just cuddle it up in their arms, away from all the rest of the world! But she doesn’t. I guess it’s because she’s so selfish. She wants everything of hers to be the best. Of course it isn’t, and so she’s always complaining.”