The girl on the bed wept on, while the two young women waited patiently for her sobs to cease.
Suddenly she sat up with a jerk, and dashed her hand across her eyes.
"I'm sorry--I--was so--so--silly," she faltered, "but I couldn't help it.

No one ever told me that I was anything but plain and ugly before." "You poor little thing," sympathized Emma.
Grace sat down on the bed beside Mary and put her arm across the thin shoulders.

"Cheer up," she said brightly.

"I am sure you are going to be happy at Overton.

You feel blue just now because you are tired and hungry.