"No, not now; it did at first, but the doctor says it will be five or six months before it is well again."
"Then it isn't for always? That is something good."
Maurice somehow felt uncomfortable. He did not wish the emphasis laid on the good. It seemed wise to change the subject. "What a lot of hair you have," he remarked.
"It has been washed, and grandmamma said I might dry it in the sun," Rosalind explained, shaking her head so vigorously she was enveloped in a shining cloud.
"Isn't it a great bother? Kit hates to have hers braided."
"Who is Kit?"
"She is my sister Katherine."
"It must be nice to have a sister. I haven't anybody but father and Cousin Louis, and of course they are better than any one else. There are grandmamma and Aunt Genevieve, but I am not very well acquainted with them yet. I should love to have some children related to me."
I have a little sister, too; her name is Blossom. That is, her real name is Mary, and we call her Blossom."
"Kit and Blossom; and what is your name?" Rosalind asked.