It was on these walks that I've met your niece--she's
such a dear little girl! I wish I could make you understand what
she's been to me. I was very sad when I came up here; and her
bright face and cheery ways reminded me of--my own little girl
that I lost years ago. I was so shocked to hear of the accident;
and then when I learned that the poor child would never walk
again, and that she was so unhappy because she couldn't be glad
any longer--the dear child!--I just had to come to you."
"You are very kind," murmured Miss Polly.
"But it is you who are to be kind," demurred the other. "I--I
want you to give her a message from me. Will you?"
"Certainly."
"Will you just tell her, then, that Mrs. Tarbell is glad now.
Yes, I know it sounds odd, and you don't understand. But--if
you'll pardon me I'd rather not explain." Sad lines came to the
lady's mouth, and the smile left her eyes. "Your niece will know
just what I mean; and I felt that I must tell--her. Thank you;
and pardon me, please, for any seeming rudeness in my call," she
begged, as she took her leave.
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