"Lord, but you're hem tired," said Alce, looking down at her.
"I've got a little headache—I had it when I started."
"Then you shouldn't ought to have come."
"Joanna said I was to."
"You should have told her about your head."
"I did—but she said I must come all the same. I said I was sure you wouldn't mind, but she wouldn't let me off."
"Joanna's valiant for getting her own way. Still, it was hard on you, liddle girl, making you come—I shouldn't have taken offence."
"I know you wouldn't. But Jo's so masterful. She always wants me to enjoy myself in her way, and being strong, she doesn't understand people who aren't."
"That's so, I reckon. Still your sister's a fine woman, Ellen—the best I've known."
"I'm sure she is," snapped Ellen.