The deep-set eyes clouded again under the dusky hair.
“I—have—suffered,” she said slowly.
Bea pinched her own arm in a quick agony of vicarious embarrassment. How could a person show her feelings right out like that before anybody? What was the use of going around talking about such things? It was not very polite to make other people uncomfortable. Bea smothered a quick little sob and walked on, staring straight ahead.
It was Robbie who turned to look into the face so near her own. She saw the clouds lift before the dawning of an exquisite smile like a ray of sunshine after a stormy day.
“‘Love suffereth long and is kind,’” repeated the oddly gentle voice. “I have suffered, and I will try—to be kind. I think Elizabeth would have been glad.”
“Elizabeth is glad,” said Robbie Belle.