“I see. The inference is, I take it, that he did not do so badly in getting me!”
“You have it, Mother mine. And Aunt Sue had a lot of beaus, I understand. The chances are that she did not care at all for Father, but just hated it that you were the one he fell in love with. Do you really suppose that Aunt Sue has ever loved anybody but herself?”
“Take care, Ann. You are too hard on her.”
“And you, dear Mother, are so good and unselfish that you think everybody else is, too. I have too vivid a memory of how you worried, for years, ever to trust anybody’s happiness in the hands of Aunt Sue!”
“It is best to forget it, if you can, Ann. You must not harbor bitter feelings, Ann. It hurts you more than any one.”
“I know that, Mother, because I’ve felt it. All the same, while I am going to be as respectful to Aunt Sue as I can possibly be, I think that it would be foolish ever to give her a chance again to hurt you. When people prove what they are,——”
“Don’t be so fierce, little one. Suppose that our heavenly Father would treat us according to what He has found out we are.”
“Now, Mother,—you know I can’t argue with you about that!”
“When all is said, Ann, Sue is my sister. I’d rather not get worked up over anything again.”
“That is so, Mother. Forgive me for stirring it all up. Say, Mums, was there any of that candy left?”