Slowly the girl began to grow better. Hoping not even
for tolerance of her feelings in regard to Scoville, it was her
instinct to conceal them from her relatives. She knew Mrs. Waldo
would not reveal what Aun' Jinkey had told her, and understood the
peculiar tenderness with which that lady often kissed her. She also
guessed that while the stanch Southern friend had deep sympathy for
her there was not very strong regret that the affair had ended in a
way to preclude further complications.
"Remember, my dear," said Mrs. Waldo, in her affectionate parting,
"that God never utterly impoverishes our lives. Only we ourselves
can do that. You will get well and become happy in making others
happy."
On the evening of that day, even Mr. Baron's routine was completely
restored. His larder was meagre compared with the past, but with the
exception that Mrs. Whately occupied the place of his niece at the
table, and viands were fewer, all was as it had been. Zany's fears
had subsided, leaving her inwardly chafing at the prospect of
monotonous and indefinite years of work under "ole miss," with
little chance of Chunk's return.
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