“Weren’t they kind to you?”
“I don’t know.”
Isabel rose and walked about the room. The little creature was loathsome to her.
“Do you like the toys I’ve got for you?” was her next question from a distance.
“I don’t care for toys.”
There was another silence.
“Would you rather sit here with me, or be up in your own room?”
“Rather be upstairs.”
“Then I’ll take you. Will you go hand-in-hand with me?”
She led the child back to the room which had been made into a nursery, and where there were dolls, and bricks, and other things of the kind supposed to be delightful to children.