It's all just horrible. Oh, Allan, Allan, are you
so lost to me that you can never look goodwill into my eyes again?"
Tears rushed to her eyes for the first time since she heard the
dreadful tidings, and she sobbed in her mammy's arms till exhausted.
That outburst of grief and the relief of tears given by kindly
nature was the decisive point in Miss Lou's convalescence. She was
almost carried back to her room and slept till late the following
day. When she awoke she felt that her strength was returning, and
with it came the courage to take up the burdens of life. For weeks
it was little more than the courage of a naturally brave,
conscientious nature which will not yield to the cowardice and
weakness of inaction. The value of work, of constant occupation, to
sustain and divert the mind, was speedily learned. Gradually she
took the helm of outdoor matters from her uncle's nerveless hands.
She had a good deal of a battle in respect to Chunk. It was a sham
one on the part of Zany, as the girl well knew, for Chunk's
"tootin'" was missed terribly.
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