She felt ill, but she bit her lips and smiled.

She had dressed her hair becomingly and had donned a blue silk waist, one of the countless pretty things that she had bought with Amy.

Her brown eyes had a resolute brightness.
"We'll have to help each other," she said.

"And there's Susette to be thought of.

The best way, I guess, is not to try to do much planning ahead just now.