Miss Elsworth smiled.
“Why, yes,” she said, “so it is. It is a sure sign that I shall have to get another.”
“Miss Elsworth, I hate to leave town, for I’m afraid I’ll never find my boy.”
“Perhaps we will find him where we are going.”
“If we could I’d jump for joy. It is more than five years since I seen him, and oh, he was the prettiest boy I ever did see.”
Miss Elsworth looked at the sweet face that grew so sad every time she spoke of her son, and in her heart she pitied her. She had known sorrow herself, but she was too brave to sit down and brood over useless 195 troubles. She tried to bury the unpleasant past, and live for the work that was before her. She worked so vigorously that she hardly stopped to think that she had ever seen a sorrowful day, and not an idle moment did she spend. Her books and her pen were her most intimate friends, though she had a pleasant smile for all with whom she came in contact. She was very benevolent, and in her kindness of heart she had resolved to help Mrs. Morris out of her trouble if she could. She had decided to leave the city for a time, taking Mrs. Morris with her to attend to her household affairs as usual.
“Is it real pleasant where you are going?” Mrs. Morris asked.
“Yes, pleasant, but very lonely, and I am afraid you will find it too quiet, but we shall probably not stay there very long.”
“What makes you go to such an out-of-the-way place?”
“I have several reasons; one is that I wish to be entirely alone for a few months, as I have a great amount of work to do, and can work much better where it is quiet.”