“I—I can’t find anything to say—I want to say so much,” Elizabeth cried, her lips quivering.
Olga leaned over and kissed her. “I just enjoyed making it—for you,” she said.
She was almost startled at the radiance in Elizabeth’s eyes then. “It has been the loveliest day of all my life!” she whispered. “I——”
They were in Elizabeth’s little room, and now hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Sadie pushed open the door.
“That yours?” she demanded, her sharp eyes on the pin.
Elizabeth held it towards her with a happy smile. “Olga made it for me. Isn’t it lovely?”
Sadie did not answer, but plumped herself down on the narrow cot. When Olga had gone, Sadie still sat there, her black eyes cold and unfriendly. “Don’t see why you lugged Olga up here,” she began.
“She asked me to.”
“Humph!” Sadie grunted.
“Sadie,” Elizabeth said, gently, “what is the matter? Have I done anything you don’t like?”