"And then, I suppose, you have somebody to talk to."
"Not often, except my father and mother. I used to have very little fresh to say to them, but now it is better, for we are not all seeing the same things the week through, and I can speak about school, and all that happens at Claybury between Monday and Saturday."
"Next time you are at home you will tell them about me," said Dolly, with childish frankness, and a little sagacious nod of the head.
Mark assented.
"What else? About the little ones, and how nice it is to be one of a lot of children—though they do bother you at times, you know," said Dolly.
"Oh yes. And I shall say how kind your mamma has been to me, and—"
But Mark checked himself, and his face flushed suddenly.
"And what?" persisted Dolly.
"You can guess what," replied Mark. "Think of all that I shall see new; of any kind words said to me, and then you will know for yourself."
"But if anyone says unkind words, what then?"