"My dearest child! Has that letter vexed or troubled you?"
"No!" said Margaret feebly. "I shall be better when to-morrow is over."
"I feel sure, darling, you won't be better till I get you out of this horrid air. How you can have borne it these two years I can't imagine."
"Where could I go to? I could not leave papa and mamma."

'My dearest child!' said her aunt. 'Has that letter vexed you?'
'No!' said Margaret feebly. 'I shall be better when tomorrow is over.'
'I feel sure, darling, you won't be better till I get you out of this horrid air. How you can have borne it two years I can't imagine.'
'I could not leave papa and mamma.'
