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 She listened intently and nodded her satisfaction.

“You thought she was stiff and cold, Anne, dearie, but I can tell you she thawed out wonderful for her. She must have taken to you real strong. I’m so glad. You may be able to help her a good deal. I was thankful when I heard that a young couple was coming to this house, for I hoped it would mean some friends for Leslie; especially if you belonged to the race that knows Joseph. You will be her friend, won’t you, Anne, dearie?”

“Indeed I will, if she’ll let me,” said Anne, with all her own sweet, impulsive earnestness.

“No, you must be her friend, whether she’ll let you or not,” said Miss Cornelia resolutely. “Don’t you mind if she’s stiff by times—don’t notice it. Remember what her life has been—and is—and must always be, I suppose, for creatures like Dick Moore live forever, I understand. You should see how fat he’s got since he came home. He used to be lean enough. Just maker her be friends—you can do it—you’re one of those who have the knack. Only you mustn’t be sensitive. And don’t mind if she doesn’t seem to want you to go over there much. She knows that some women don’t like to be where Dick is—they complain he gives them the creeps. Just get her to come over here as often as she can. She can’t get away so very much—she can’t leave Dick long, for the Lord knows what he’d do—burn the house down most likely. At nights, after he’s in bed and asleep,