Chapter Two.
The Sisters.
“Are you really well, Eunice? You don’t look very well,” said Fidelia, kneeling down beside her sister, and looking wistfully into her face. “Are you sure that you are well?”
“I am pretty well, dear. I have been about all the winter pretty much as usual. Who has been telling that I have not been well?”
“No one has written, in so many words, that you were sick. But you don’t seem to have been about among the neighbours as much as usual, and you have given up your class in the Sunday school.”
“Yes, I gave it up for a while, but I have taken it again. I thought I had better give it up in the beginning of the winter, as I could not be quite regular, because of the bad roads. And Mr Fuller—the new teacher—could take it as well as not. He was glad to take it; and he is a born teacher. He has done good work among the boys on Sundays and week-days too. But he has gone away, and I have my class again. Was it because you thought I was sick that you came home, dear?”
“Well, I wanted to be sure about you. And I got homesick when I saw the other girls going. I am glad I came: I can help in the garden.”
“Yes; and ten days in the garden will do more good to your summer work than ten days at your books could do. I am very glad you have come home.”
“I only brought one book. I must take a little time for it. Now I will get dinner if you will tell me what to do. I am hungry.”