Having finished her breakfast, Lulu walked into the sitting-room.
Gracie lay on the sofa looking pale and weak. Lulu went to her, stroked
her hair, and kissed her.
"Poor little Gracie! weren't you hungry for some supper last night?"
"Yes, Lulu," replied the child, lifting a thin white little hand and
stroking her sister's face, "but Aunt Beulah says it makes me worse to eat
at night."
"I don't believe it!" cried Lulu vehemently, and half stamping her foot,
"and I'm going to write a letter to papa and tell him how she starves you,
and would starve me too if I'd let her!"
"I wish papa would come!" sighed Gracie. "Lulu, did it use to make us sick
to eat supper when we lived with papa and mamma?"
"No, never a bit! O Gracie, Gracie, why did mamma die? why did God take
her away from us when we need her so much? I can't love Him for that! I
don't love Him!" she exclaimed with a sudden shower of tears, albeit not
much given to shedding them.
"Don't cry, Lulu," Gracie said in distress, "maybe papa will find another
mamma for us. I wish he would."
"I don't! stepmothers are always hateful! I'd hate her and never mind a
word she said. O Max, Max! I'm so glad to see you!" as a handsome,
dark-eyed, merry-faced boy came rushing in.
"I've just come for a minute!" he cried half breathlessly, catching her in
his arms, giving her a resounding kiss, then bending over Gracie with a
sudden change to extreme gentleness of manner; she was his baby sister and
so weak and timid.
"Poor little Gracie!" he said softly. "I wish I was a big man to take you
and Lulu away and give you a good time!"
"I love you, Max," she returned, stroking and patting his cheek. "I wish
you'd be a good boy, so you could live here with us."
"I don't want to," he answered, frowning. "I mean I don't want to live
with her; I sha'n't ever call her aunt again. I wouldn't have come in if I
hadn't known she was out. I saw her going to market. I'm going off to
Miller's Pond to fish for trout. You know it's Saturday and there's no
school. Jim Bates is going with me and we're to be back by noon; that is,
old Tommy said I must."
Lulu laughed at Max's irreverent manner of alluding to the man who had the
oversight of him out of school hours; then jumping up, "O Max!" she cried,
"I want to go too! I'll be ready in a minute."
"What'll Mrs. Scrimp say?" laughed Max.
Lulu tossed her head with a scornful smile which said more plainly than
words that sh
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