“And there is nothing else?”
Jean sat looking at her aunt for a minute or two.
“Yes, there is something else that ought to lighten my heart. It has lightened it, I think. I’m not just sure.”
“And that is about May too?”
“Yes—about May.”
She said no more and her aunt did not question her. By and by Miss Jean said,—
“It’s a bonny day—and fine for the season. It was a different day last year when the ‘John Seaton’ sailed.”
“Yes, I mind it well.”
Jean did not look like herself, but absent and dazed like, as though her mind were full of other things. Miss Jean said nothing for a while, and Jean rose as if she were going away; but stood for a while looking out of the window.
“My dear,” said her aunt, “I have thought that you have been troubled like about various matters, this while back, and about your sister among the rest. But I think ye ha’e nae occasion.”