“What is the matter, Faith?” asked Rosemary gently.
“Nothing,” said Faith rather shortly.
“Oh!” Rosemary smiled. “You mean nothing that you can tell to outsiders, don’t you?”
Faith looked at Miss West with sudden interest. Here was a person who understood things. And how pretty she was! How golden her hair was under her plumy hat! How pink her cheeks were over her velvet coat! How blue and companionable her eyes were! Faith felt that Miss West could be a lovely friend—if only she were a friend instead of a stranger!
“I—I’m going up to tell Mrs. Blythe,” said Faith. “She always understands—she never laughs at us. I always talk things over with her. It helps.”