“How far on their journey do you suppose they are now?”
“I’m not a time-table.”
Sue lay too still to be asleep; when she was still she was a marvel of stillness.
Daylight and breakfast found her in high spirits, asking advice of Mrs. Wadsworth about making a wrapper out of an old brown cashmere, and talking to Tessa about the drive that she had promised to take with Dr. Lake, saying the last thing as she ran down the steps, “I’ll come and study German if I can’t find any thing better to do.”
In all the talks afterward, Sue never alluded to this night; it was the only part of her life that she wished Tessa to forget; she herself forgot every thing except that she was miserable about Mr. Ralph and two of the lines in the story that she had laughed about and called as “stupid” as her own life:
“The room in which she lived alone, was carpeted with matting;
She spent the hours, she spent the days, in making yards of
tatting.”
VI.—ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY.
“Miss Jewett.”
“Well, dear.”
Tessa was sitting on the carpet in Miss Jewett’s little parlor with her head in Miss Jewett’s lap; Miss Jewett had been smoothing the girl’s hair for several minutes, neither speaking.