All these truths stirred her again as she looked at her child.
While Suzanna didn't move from her place, she wanted to stay at some distance that she might look her soul's full at her mother—her mother!
At length she spoke: "Mother—I want to be your little girl again. Will you take me back?"
Would she take her back? Mrs. Procter's arms opened wide. Into them Suzanna flew.
Mrs. Reynolds regarded the cold poached egg, the second one spoiled that morning. Furtively she wiped the tears from her eyes. At last she cleared her voice and spoke:
"I'll go upstairs and pack your bag, Suzanna," she said.
CHAPTER VIII
SUZANNA MEETS A CHARACTER
That summer was a happy one, filled to the brim, as Suzanna often said, with joyful times. In her pink lawn dress with the petticoat after all showing through the lace, she recited "The Little Martyr of Smyrna" and brought much applause to herself.