![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She had come full of youth and spirit and hope. Miss Webster needed a companion and housekeeper there would be no salary, but a comfortable home and clothes that she could feel she had earned. For what had she stayed? Had there been an unadmitted hope that these old people must soon die and leave her with an independence with which she could travel and live? She loved Miss Webster, and she had gladly responded to her invitation to leave the New England village, where she was dependent on the charity of relatives, and make her home in the new country. She was revolving a problem-a problem she had revolved many times before. So she had sat many times, feeling youth slip by her, lifting her bitter protest against the monotony and starvation of her existence, yet too timid and ignorant to start forth in search of life. So she had sat the night of her arrival at Webster Hall, then a girl of eighteen and dreams. Webster down-stairs, through the trees at the rain. The companion was sitting on the edge of the bed in her small ascetic chamber, staring, like Dr. ![]()
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