"Oh, yes, mothery, she is quite well now. Don't worry her," said Irene almost rudely. "I am going to take her out in the boat on the lake."
"Be sure you are very careful."
"I will be careful enough."
Just then Miss Frost came in.
"Agnes, I hear Irene wants to take you out in the boat. You are not to go."
"But she has promised," said little Agnes.
She raised confiding dark eyes to her new friend's face.
"You must trust me, Frosty. Don't be a perfect goose," said Irene; and taking Agnes' hand, they went down across the summer lawn to the place where the boat was moored. By-and-by Irene was seen by those who watched, gently rowing among the water-lilies, with little Agnes at the other end of the boat.
"What a beautiful girl you are!" little Agnes kept saying; "and how happy my sister ought to be, living always with you!"
"Don't ask her if she is happy for a day or two. I have given directions about your room. You shall sleep in the little pink room next to mine."