When you come to think of it, what is more natural than that one girl with her superb health should lend her strength to another who, perhaps, is dying; but you may well ask, Who in the house would think of doing this ?" "Yes; the doctor said she was dying--that she couldn't last much longer." "Well, I never had a sister, but I'm just as proud of Madge, and just as fond of her, as if she were my own flesh and blood.

She shall never lack what a brother can do for her while I live." "I'm glad you feel so," said Mrs.Muir.Then she sighed, and thought, "A plague upon him! Why will he keep following up the other white-faced thing, when he might win Madge if he tried hard enough.
It's plain that she don't care for him now except as she used to.

And she does care for him just as she did before she went away, in spite of all her prudishness about the words brother and sister.

I'm not blind.

She has grown so pretty, however, that I suppose Graydon would wish to kiss her too often.