I thought when I came that I might be able to help you.

You look both ill and unhappy.

I see I have been mistaken." "You can't help me," replied Marian, her chin beginning to quiver.
"Nobody can help me.

I'm the most miserable girl--" her voice ended in a wail, and she rocked to and fro upon the couch, sobbing wildly.
"Listen to me, Marian," commanded Grace firmly.

"You must stop crying and tell me every single thing about this trouble of yours.