"Now, bustle about," she said. "The supper-trays want to be taken away; the women are perfectly tired of waiting to be settled for the night."
Effie moved mechanically about her duties. Her heart felt sick. She did not think she could remain much longer under Sister Kate's care. "If she treats me like this," thought the proud girl, "I cannot endure it. Mr. Lawson is nothing to me—he is only my brother's friend. He is good, and wants to help us in an hour of great perplexity. What shall I do? I feel tied and fettered in every way."
She laid her head on her pillow only to burst into tears. She cried herself to sleep. All the world seemed black to her.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Effie saw very little of Dorothy Fraser, but on the following day, to her great surprise and pleasure, as she was leaving the dining-hall, Dorothy came up and spoke to her.
"You have a minute to spare," she said; "just come out on this balcony and talk to me."
Effie obeyed her.
"What do you want with me, Dorothy?" she asked.