She covered her face with her hands and began to shake from head to foot.
“It may not be necessary, child; but do learn to have more self-control. How will you bear all the sorrows of a lifetime if you break down now?”
“I have never been taught to bear anything—I have never been taught,” said Molly.
Horace looked at her in absolute perplexity. Molly rose tremblingly; she flung herself across the bed. She was shivering so violently that her whole body shook.
It was at that instant that Marcia softly opened the door and came in.
“Why, what is it? What is it, Horace? How good of you.”
“Now, you have come, Marcia, I’ll go,” said Horace, and he slipped out of the room.
“Marcia, can you speak to us? Can you? Aren’t you too angry?”
“Poor children—no, not now. Molly, sit up.”
Marcia laid her hand on the girl’s shoulder. She raised her up forcibly.