But was it not all selfishness, after all? She was arranging to give Prue a disappointment merely to spare herself. The child would not understand anything. But then, would Aunt Prue want her to go? She must do what Miss Prudence would like; that would decide it all.
Oh, dear! Marjorie was a big girl, too big for any nonsense, but there were unmistakable tears on her cheeks, and she turned away from sleeping Prue and covered her face with both hands. And then, beside this, Morris was gone and she had not been kind to him. "Good-bye, Marjorie—dear" the words smote her while they gave her a feeling of something to be very happy about. There did seem to be a good many things to cry about this morning.
"Marjorie, are you awake?" whispered a soft voice, while little fingers were in her hair and tickling her ear.
Marjorie did not want to be awake.
"Marjorie," with an appeal in the voice.
Then the tears had to be brushed away, and she turned and put both arms around the white soft bundle and rubbed her cheek against her hair.
"Oh, do you think it's storming?"
"No."
"You will have to curl my hair."
"Yes."