Lucy maintained a thoughtful silence.
“I don’t quite understand why you sent for me,” she presently remarked.
“Didn’t I write you I was lonesome?”
“Yes. But you’re not.”
Ellen laughed in spite of herself.
“What makes you so sure of that?”
“You don’t look lonesome.”
Again the elder woman chuckled.
“Mebbe I do, an’ mebbe I don’t,” she responded. “Anyhow, you can’t always judge of how folks feel by the way they look.”
“I suppose not.”