But, wherever she went, it seemed somehow as if things would be said to make her feel self-reproached and uncomfortable.
"Oh! but you're a help, Miss Carrie, and your mother'll be proud to see the forethought of you and Miss Nellie," said Catherine, when Carrie brought out her last load to the kitchen.
"What dear, helpful little girls I have!" said mamma, with a loving smile, as Carrie paused for a moment at the open door of the library, not feeling as if she could pass it without seeming to notice her mother, and yet ashamed and afraid to go in. "It almost helps me to feel stronger to see you all so considerate and anxious to do all you can for me."
Carrie smiled faintly in reply; then passed out upon the piazza. She would be safe with Daisy and Frankie, she thought, from speeches that would make her feel guilty and uncomfortable.
But no.
"What shall we do now?" asked Daisy, when the last crumb of sugar had been disposed of.
"Where are the white mice? Let's play with them a little while," said Frankie.
"Down in the garden-house," answered Daisy.
"What a funny place to keep them!" said Frankie. "Let's go and bring them up here."