For long periods she forgot the child and sat frowning into space, her mind groping restlessly for ways and means to find herself and get friends of her own, independence, work and gaiety, a chance to grow and "be somebody here!" She had her angry, baffled moods.
But from these Susette would bring her back.

"What's your life to be, you poor little dear?
And if you don't worry, why should I!" And resolutely she would turn to the small, absorbing life of the child.
This went on for many months.

It changed her feeling toward the town, for now she had a foothold here.

It changed her feeling toward Amy, whose picture had begun to blur.

But that queer sensation of intimacy, of being in her sister's place, was even deeper than before.