"She? She can't read. She don't know anything; and she is as
ugly and cross as she can be."
"Was she cross to Mr. Dinwiddie?"
"Yes, indeed. He said he never saw such a crabbed old thing.
Oh, she's horrid. I don't like to ride by that way."
The children were called in to dinner, and kept in the house
by Mrs. Sandford during the intensest heat of the day. But
when the afternoon was cooling off, or at least growing less
oppressive, the two children again sought the shade under the
walnut tree, where the gurgle of the water over the stones,
and the company of the squirrels in the tree, made the place
pleasant. And there they sat down in a great state of mutual
contentment. Nora's feet were swinging about for very jollity.
But Daisy sat still. Perhaps she was tired. Nevertheless it
could not be that which made her little face by and by take on
it as profound an expression as if she had been looking over
all Methuselah's years.
"Nora —" said Daisy, and stopped.
"What?" said Nora, kicking her heels.
"You know that poor old crippled woman — what did you call
her?"
"Molly Skelton."
"Suppose you were in her place — what do you think you would
wish for,"
"In her place!" said Nora.
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