'Cherry? do you think her looking ill? She always is poorly in the
spring, you know.'
'I do not like what I hear of her appetite, or her sleep, or her
spirits.'
'Oh! but Cherry is always fanciful, you know. Please, please don't
put things in her head.'
'What kind of things do you mean?'
'Fancying herself worse, I mean, or wanting things. You know we must
be so careful, and Mamma and the babies--'
'My dear, I know you have many to care for, and it is hard to strike
the balance; but somehow your voice sounds to me as if Geraldine were
the one you most willingly set aside.'
Wilmet did not like this, and said a little bit hastily, 'I am sure
Geraldine has everything we can give her. If she complains, it is
very wrong of her.'
'She has not said one word of complaint. Her grief and fear is only
of being a burden on you. What brought me here was, that Mr. Audley
was anxious about her.'
Wilmet was silent, a little abashed.
'Did you know that her ankle is painful again?'
'Sister Constance,' said Wilmet, 'I don't think you or Mr. Audley
know how soon Cherry fancies all sorts of things. She does get into
whiny states, and is regularly tiresome; and the more you notice her,
the worse she is.
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