"No, no! I want to lie right here!" cried Claire.
"Why, of course you don't, dear," said Rosanna. "Please! Make believe I am your really truly sister tonight, as well as your Scout sister, and let's get into my bed and you can cuddle close and tell me all about it."
Claire commenced to sob again, but Rosanna tenderly coaxed her into bed and clasped her tight.
Claire did not speak; she lay in Rosanna's arms sobbing as though her heart were broken.
Rosanna did not speak, and at last Claire controlled herself.
"I was sure you were sound asleep," she said, "or I would have gone down into the study, but I hate to go around the house in the night. It frightens me."
"I should think it would," said Rosanna, staring into the dark and hugging Claire closer.
"But I get to thinking and I can't sleep. I suppose that is why I am so much paler than most of the girls. I am awake so much, because I am too unhappy to sleep."
"But that is all wrong," said Rosanna. "Why are you so unhappy, Claire?"
"Can't you guess, Rosanna?"