Aunt Martha said I would be just as well off in Denver or Leadville as in Chicago, and made me promise, if the worst came, not to let any charitable organization send me back to her." "In other words," exclaimed Patsy, indignantly, "she wanted to get rid of you, and did not care what became of you." "She was afraid I would cost her money," admitted the poor child, with shamed, downcast eyes.
Patsy went to the window and stood looking out for a time.

Myrtle began to dress herself.

As she said, she was not utterly helpless, moving the upper part of her body freely and being able to walk slowly about a room by holding on to chairs or other furniture.
"I'm afraid I'm causing you a lot of worry over me," said she, smiling sadly as Patsy turned toward her; "and that is ungrateful when I remember how kind you have all been.

Why, these hours since I met you have seemed like fairyland.

I shall treasure them as long as I live.
There must be another train to Leadville soon, and I'll take that.