But I've much to be
thankful for. I think I'm a comfort to Jane, if I'm only some one
to scold now and then; poor body! It takes off her thoughts from
her sore losses when she can scold a bit. If my eyes are left I can
do well enough; I can guess at what folk are saying."
The splendid red and yellow patch quilt now made its appearance, and
Jane Wilson would not be satisfied unless Mary praised it all over,
border, centre, and ground-work, right side and wrong; and Mary did
her duty, saying all the more, because she could not work herself up
to any very hearty admiration of her rival's present. She made
haste, however, with her commendations, in order to avoid
encountering Jem. As soon as she was fairly away from the house and
street, she slackened her pace, and began to think. Did Jem really
care for Molly Gibson? Well, if he did, let him. People seemed all
to think he was much too good for her (Mary's own self). Perhaps
some one else, far more handsome, and far more grand, would show him
one day that she was good enough to be Mrs.
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