Love had come to her, even as it had come to poor unhappy Violet. It was there and it was too late now to do anything about it.
Impulsively she turned to the girl at her side.
“Forget the past Violet,” she said. “I will help you and I want you to help me. Now, listen to me carefully while I tell you what to do.”
The idea came to her of just how Violet could come to her uncle’s house and she would engage her. She felt a new confidence in herself and a sureness in what she said that had not been there before. It was as if in trying to help someone else a new strength of character was born in herself. She had felt lost and bewildered and utterly purposeless ever since she had left Rosaril, yet now this stranger had brought her self-assurance and a sense of direction.
“First, you must have
