"When Isabel comes up, do you think I ought to go to her room and see whether she wants anything?"
"No, Anna."
"And she must not know that we have been sitting up, as though we felt sorry for them and could not go on with our own work."
"I met Marguerite and Barbee this afternoon walking together. I suppose she will come back to him at last. But she has had her storm, and he knows it, and he knows there will never be any storm for him. She is another one of those girls of mine—not sad, but with half the sun shining on them. But half a sun shining steadily, as it will always shine on her, is a great deal."
"Hush!" said Miss Anna, in a whisper, "he is gone! Isabel is coming up the steps."
They heard her and then they did not hear her, and then again and then not again.
Miss Anna started up:
"She needs me!"
He held her back:
"No, Anna! Not to help is to help."