"
"I don't see how you ever liked her," said Mrs. Breen.
"I never did like her. I pitied her. I always thought her a poor, flimsy
little thing. But that ought n't to make any difference, if she was in
trouble."
"No," Mrs. Breen conceded, and in compensation Grace admitted something
more on her side: "She's worse than she used to be,--sillier. I don't
suppose she has a wrong thought; but she's as light as foam."
"Oh, it is n't the wicked people who, do the harm," said Mrs. Green.
"I was sure that this air would be everything for her; and so it would,
with any ordinary case. But a child would take better care of itself. I
have to watch her every minute, like a child; and I never know what she
will do next."
"Yes; it's a burden," said Mrs. Breen, with a sympathy which she had not
expressed before. "And you're a good girl, Grace," she added in very
unwonted recognition.
The grateful tears stole into the daughter's eyes, but she kept a firm
face, even after they began to follow one another down her cheeks. "And
if Louise had n't come, you know, mother, that I was anxious to have some
older person with me when I went to Fall River.
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