It was plain she would not take a step to save the drawings. I sat down in the darkest corner of the room and grieved silently over this miserable end to so many bright day-dreams. It was a long time before Cornelius came down; he apologized for having delayed the tea.
"Never mind!" said Kate, sighing. "Daisy, where are you? That child does nothing but mope and fret of late."
"I am here, Kate," I replied, rising.
"Hand Cornelius his cup."
"What is the matter with her?" he asked.
"She is a foolish child," replied Miss O'Reilly.
As I handed his cup to Cornelius, I saw his sister give him a look of gentle pity. He smiled cheerfully; she sighed; he kindly asked what was the matter.
"There are hard things to be gone through," was her ambiguous reply.
"Why, yes, Kate, there are."
"They require a brave spirit," she continued.