It seemed a very sensible suggestion. I thought a moment. Certainly it was a desirable thing for both my sister and her husband. They had no such reasons as we had for disliking the place; and it would enable her to avoid the severity of yet another winter. I said as much to Turner, and went back to Connie's room.
The light of a lovely sunset was lying outside her window. She was sitting so that she could not see it. I would find out her feeling in the matter without any preamble.
"Would you like to go back to Marshmallows, Connie?" I asked.
Her countenance flashed into light.
"O, dear papa, do let us go," she said; "that would be delightful."
"Well, I think we can manage it, if you will only get a little stronger for the journey. The weather is not so good to travel in as when we came down."
"No; but I am ever so much better, you know, than I was then."
The poor girl was already stronger from the mere prospect of going home again. She moved restlessly on her couch, half mechanically put her hand to the curtain, pulled it aside, looked out, faced the sun and the sea, and did not draw back. My mind was made up. I left her, and went to find Ethelwyn. She heartily approved of the proposal for Connie's sake, and said that it would be scarcely less agreeable to herself. I could see a certain troubled look above her eyes, however.
"You are thinking of Wynnie," I said.
"Yes. It is hard to make one sad for the sake of the rest."