" For an instant she hesitated in confusion and then
added hurriedly, "We were speaking about you."
"Were you?" asked Molly a little awkwardly, for Kesiah always
embarrassed her.
"We were both saying how much we admired your devotion to your
grandfather. One rarely finds such attachment in the young to the old."
"I have always loved him better than anybody except mother."
"I am sure you have, and it speaks very well for both of you. We are all
much interested in you, Molly."
"It's kind of you to think about me," answered Molly, and her voice was
constrained as it had been when she spoke in the library at Jordan's
Journey.
"We feel a great concern for your future," said Kesiah. "Whatever we can
do to help you, we shall do very gladly. I always felt a peculiar pity
and sympathy for your mother." Her voice choked, for it was, perhaps,
as spontaneous an expression of her emotions as she had ever permitted
herself.
"Thank you, ma'am," replied Molly simply, and the title of respect to
which Reuben had trained her dropped unconsciously from her lips. She
honestly liked Kesiah, though, in common with the rest of her little
world, she had fallen into the habit of regarding her as a person whom
it was hardly worth one's while to consider.
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