"Well, then, try to think most of that part of me," I said, repeating
her own words. "No, I'd like you to see the bad parts of me too, and
help me to be better."
Evey opened wide her bright brown eyes, and for once she got a little
red.
"My dear Connie," she said, "I'm far too full of bad things myself to be
able to make any one else better," and I saw she quite meant it.
A nice little thing happened that afternoon as we were leaving, which
was great encouragement to me. It had grown rather chilly, and at the
door I was helping mamma on with some extra wraps we had brought.
"You mustn't catch cold, mamma dear," I said.
We thought we were alone, but just then Evey ran out again with some
forgotten message to mamma, and as they two were speaking I heard voices
just behind the inner door.
"I like to see how gentle and tender Connie Percy is to her mother," one
said--it was Mrs Whyte's. "I might have been sure any girl Lady Honor
liked would be _that_."
Where were all my unworthy fears that Lady Honor had spoken "against me"
to the Whytes?