“I have been to see Maggie. She is awfully queer. Oh, I know I broke the rules. I must tell Miss Johnson in the morning.”
“I did beg of you, Merry, not to go to her,” said Aneta.
“Yes, I know you did; but I could not help thinking and thinking about her. She is very queer. Her eyes look so strange.”
“I hoped she was in bed and asleep,” said Aneta.
“In bed!” said Merry. “Not a bit of it. She was up and sitting by the window gazing at the fog.”
“I will go and see her myself,” said Aneta.
“Will you, Neta? And you will be kind to her?”
“Yes, darling, of course.”
“Somehow, she used to think that—that you didn’t love her,” said Merry.
“Nor did I,” said Aneta. “But I will be kind to her; don’t be afraid. I think I can guess what is the matter.”