That Girl of Johnson's — page 122: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, Til strength in the absence of the stronger handclasp of her friend. The pines bent in the storm outside; the world was gray with rain and cloud: the wind sobbed mournfully. She scarcely heard it; her thoughts were in the room be- yond, and with Dora. She was full of wonder at the gen- tleness of this new friend of hers, and she half smiled thinking of him, though the thought was mingled almost unintelligibly with the other thoughts. How could any one think she would go to Dora? What was Dora to her? She had never seen her, and if she had_ it would make no difference; of course she would not leave her father. She could care for him as well as this nurse Dora had sent. All the other women of the settlement did so; she could do the same for her father. They would let her care for. him when they knew she could. Would not Dora care for her father under the circumstances? She lifted the book and clasped her two hands around it. If Dora would not do this she would not like her, but she believed that she would. All women cared for the men of their households when they needed care ; there was no reason why she should be shut out from her father’s room. _ The voice of the nurse broke in on her thoughts; the tone ~ expressed great relief. Dolores’ fingers instinctively tightened around the book she held. “ Your uncle is coming, Dolores. I knew he would come. If Dora could not-come she would send for you. She told me so herself. Iam thankful he is here.” or | | } Ecomicbooks