"What is comfort, sister?"
"Comfort, Dolly? Why to comfort anyone is to try to make them happy when something is troubling them."
"Auntie says I'se her comfort," Gladys affirmed, with a wise little nod of her head.
"So you are, pet, and not only Auntie's, but mine too."
The child nestled down contentedly in her sister's arms. Her big eyes, wandering about the room, rested at length upon a large folding frame of photographs which stood on the mantel.
"I wish Jeanie didn't go 'way," she said in a pathetic little voice.
"What made you think of Jean, dear?"
"'Cause I just was lookin' at her picture."
Helen lifted her eyes to the mantel.
"So you were. We all miss Jean very much, don't we, darling?"