"Oh, I'm sorry! I should not have said it. Forgive me! I'm tired and
cross after nursing upstairs. I want to quarrel myself. I'm sorry!
I'll keep the children quiet. They will soon be going home. Please
always let me know if I'm a bother. I'll do everything I can!"
She looked at me--a puzzled look--and mumbled cold thanks. This was a
case when my apparent years were against me. If I had been Evelyn--a
girl like herself--we would have clasped hands and made friends. As it
was, she distrusted the elderly woman who showed an impulsiveness
foreign to her years. She departed hurriedly, leaving me plunged in
fresh woe.
A nice person _I_ am, to blame a man for having a bad temper! I have
hurt a sister woman, who has the hardest lot which any woman can have in
life--a loveless home!