Anne straightened herself. She looked at him with candid eyes. "I don't know, Daddy, really, if I can."
"Can't you love her a little?"
"I—I would, if she wouldn't try—"
"Try?"
"To do like Mummy did."
Robert was right. He knew it, but he wanted to be sure.
Anne went on. "It's no use, you see, her trying. It only makes me think of Mummy more."
"Don't you want to think of her?"
"Yes. But I want to think by myself, and Auntie Adeline keeps on getting in the way."
"Still, she's awfully kind to you, isn't she?"