You see, I have always been so dependent upon my maid to straighten out everything for me.

You will do me good.

You will teach me to be careful." She turned around, wiping her face, and smiling at Sylvia, who felt her very soul melt within her, although she still remained rigidly prim, with her stiff apron-strings standing out at right angles.

She looked at the girl's slender arms and thin neck, which was pretty though thin.

"You don't weigh much, do you ?" she said.
"A little over a hundred, I think." "You must eat lots of fresh vegetables and eggs, and drink milk, and get more flesh on your bones," said Sylvia, and her voice was full of delight, although now--as always, lately--a vague uneasiness lurked in her eyes.