And, oh, Rose, don't hate me, darling. Even if I am wicked, love me.
And try some time to forgive your little sister.
ESTHER
"Did anybody see her go?" Lane asked.
"I don't know. I haven't talked with anybody but the landlady. She hasn't seen Esther this afternoon, she said. I didn't let on I was worried."
"What does she mean that she'll be taken care of till afterward?
Who'll take care of her?"
"I don't know."
"Have you any idea where she would be likely to go—whether there is any friend who might have offered her a temporary home?"
"No." Rose considered. "She wouldn't go to any old friend. You see she's—awf'ly sensitive. And she'd have to explain. Besides, I'd find out she was there."
"That's true."
"I ought never to have left her last spring. I should have found work here and not gone gallumpin' all over the country." Her chin trembled. She was on the verge of tears.