"
"Oh, Maxie, I wish, for your sake, she was a boy!" cried Lulu in her
impulsive way, stepping closer and putting her arm about his neck. "How
selfish in me to forget that you have no companion at all at Ion!"
"I have," returned Max; "I have you, you know, and you're right good
company when you are in a good humor."
"And I'm not often in any other with you, Maxie; now am I?" she said
coaxingly.
"No, sis, that's true enough, and I do believe I couldn't get
along half so well without you. I'm glad for your sake that
this--what's-her-name?--is coming."
"Her name is Evelyn. Oh, Max, I feel so sorry for her!"
"Why?"
"Because her father's dead, and they were so very, very fond of each
other; so Aunt Elsie wrote."
"Rosie's father's dead too; and she and all of them were very fond of
him."
"Yes; but it's a good while now since he died, and she's had time to get
over it so far that she seems hardly ever to think of him; while it is
only a few weeks since Evelyn lost hers; and Rosie has her nice, kind
mother with her, while Evelyn's is away in Europe, and like enough isn't
half so nice as Grandma Elsie anyhow.
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