She could comfort Susy when anybody could.

Now she tried to set her heart at rest by saying that the doctor gave a great deal of hope.

He could not promise a certain cure, but he felt great faith in a new kind of splint which he was using for Prudy's hip.
"O, grandma, it may be, and then, again, it may not be," sobbed poor Susy; "we can't tell what God will think best; but anyhow, it was I that did it." "But, Susan, thee must think how innocent thee was of any wrong motive.
Thee did not get angry, and push thy little sister, thee knows thee didn't, Susan! Thee was only in a hurry, and rather thoughtless.

The best of us often do very foolish things, and cause much mischief; but thee'll find it isn't best to grieve over these mistakes.

Why, my dear little Susan, I have lived eight years to thy one, and if I should sit down now and drop a tear for every blunder I have made, I don't know but I could almost make a fountain of myself, like that woman thee tells about in the fairy story." "The fountain of Pirene that Pegasus loved," said Susy; "that was the name of it.