“O!” Elsie’s eyes filled with tears. “Did she think that—that nobody cared?”
“She said she was ‘most at the end of her rope’ the first time she came to see me.”
“She shall never again feel that nobody cares,” Laura said softly.
“Indeed, no!” echoed Alice, and added, “I’m going to bring down a few books to put on that table.”
“I’ll make a hanging shelf to hold them. That will be better than having them on the table,” Elsie said.
“And I’ll bring some growing plants for the window-sill,” Laura promised.
“O, I hope she’ll just love this room,” Elsie cried, when reluctantly they turned away.
“She will—you needn’t be afraid,” Olga assured her.
But Olga was the only one privileged to see Lizette when she had her first glimpse of the room. She stopped short inside the door and looked around her, missing no single detail. Then she turned to Olga a face stirred with emotion too deep for words. When she did speak it was in a whisper. “For me? Olga, who did it?”
“Miss Laura, Elsie, and Alice—and we all helped on the curtains and covers.”