"Mother's ill again," she announced gloomily.
"I mustn't play band or nail the slats on the rabbits' hutch.

Aunt Amy gave me my dinner on the back porch.

I liked that.

I wouldn't go in the house, not till you came, Esther." The straight brows of the elder sister came together in a worried frown.
"You know that is being silly, Jane." "I don't care." "You must learn to care.

Run now and get the apple and ask Aunt Amy to wash your face." Jane tripped away obediently, her griefs assuaged by the mere telling of them, and Esther passed into the house by way of the veranda.