All the mother-love in her heart welled up in her breast.
She was so proud of her, so much in love with her, so thankful for her! All these foolish love affairs and girl fancies would soon be over and Bart and the others like him out of Lucy's mind and heart.

Why worry about it?
Some great strong soul would come by and by and take this child in his arms and make a woman of her.

Some strong soul-- She stopped short in her walk and her thoughts went back to the red rose lying on the doctor's desk.
"Will he know ?" she said to herself; "he loves flowers so, and I don't believe anybody ever puts one on his desk.

Poor fellow! how hard he works and how good he is to everybody! Little Tod would have died but for his tenderness." Then, with a prayer in her heart and a new light in her eyes, she kept on her way.
Lucy, as she bounded along the edge of the bluff, Meg scurrying after her, had never once lost sight of her sister's slender figure.

When a turn in the road shut her from view, she crouched down behind a sand-dune, waited until she was sure Jane would not change her mind and join her, and then folding the cloak over her arm, gathered up her skirts and ran with all her speed along the wet sand to the House of Refuge.