"I'll have a thing or two to say to Milly. She made her bed—it's the will of our Lord she should lie in it!"
Nancy hesitated one moment, but something in Aunt Milly's frightened glance seemed to say, "Go away!" So she went out and closed the door upon the two sisters.
Alone in her own room a storm of anger shook her. "I hate her!" she cried out to the ugly walls. "I hate her! She's—just—stone!"
"I'm glad I'm not a real Leavitt! We were so happy!"
Then, really frightened, Nancy listened intently to catch some word from the other room.
CHAPTER VII
AUNT MILLY'S STORY
When Nancy could stand the interval of quiet no longer, she went back to Miss Milly's door. She did not even knock. So sure was she of finding a crushed and heartbroken Aunt Milly within that she stood dumbfounded before the little creature who sat bolt upright upon the couch.
"Come in, my dear—and close the door!"