"Oh, but heart's desires change."
"Change!"
"Yes. You can have new ones every day. Why, for many days my deepest heart's desire has been to have the goods cut away from under the lace. Now, I don't care so much for that—not so much—Now I want most in the world to see—my—mother—"
Fearful that she had hurt Mrs. Reynolds by her confession, she put out her hand and stroked the capable hand lying near.
But Mrs. Reynolds wasn't hurt. She was smiling. "Well, it's a hard thing at times to learn to put one wish in place of another. But I guess life teaches you that; it hurries you forward so you have to put wish on wish." She stood up. "And now, the morning's well started, Suzanna. Dress quickly and come down to a warm breakfast."
She raised the tray and Suzanna knew that now she was hungry.
"Come down when you're ready, my wee bit girl," said Mrs. Reynolds, as she left, carrying the tray with her.
So Suzanna in a short time descended. How restful the house was; no insistent voices of children, no clattering of dishes.
"It's so quiet and nice here, Mrs. Reynolds," said Suzanna, as she entered the kitchen. "At home there's lots of talking and sometimes the baby cries."
"Do you like quiet, Suzanna?"