“Dear girlie, I’m sorry to have to tell you that Mrs. Blythe isn’t home,” said Miss West, sympathetically. “She went to Avonlea to-day and isn’t coming back till the last of the week.”
Faith’s lip quivered.
“Then I might as well go home again,” she said miserably.
“I suppose so—unless you think you could bring yourself to talk it over with me instead,” said Miss Rosemary gently. “It IS such a help to talk things over. I know. I don’t suppose I can be as good at understanding as Mrs. Blythe—but I promise you that I won’t laugh.”