“I never thought of such a thing,” said Miss Cornelia rather helplessly.
“WON’T you think of it?” implored Una.
“But, dearie, I don’t want help. I’m quite able to do all the work here. And I never thought I’d like to have a home girl if I did need help.”
The light went out of Una’s eyes. Her lips trembled. She sat down on her stool again, a pathetic little figure of disappointment, and began to cry.
“Don’t—dearie—don’t,” exclaimed Miss Cornelia in distress. She could never bear to hurt a child. “I don’t say I WON’T take her—but the idea is so new it has just kerflummuxed me. I must think it over.”