CHAPTER VIII
THE next night Mrs. Martin put the last touches of Priscilla's room to make it comfortable for the night, put out the light, and leaned over to kiss the girl good night. Priscilla threw her arms about her neck and drew her down to her passionately.
"Lie down beside me a little, mother, and let's talk," she said.
Without a word Mrs. Martin obeyed, kissing the hand that soothed her face and brow.
"Mother, do you remember how sorry you were when I came home to stay? How you didn't want me?"
"Yes, I remember."
"But now you do want me, don't you, mother?" She slid into the circle of her mother's arms, sure of her welcome.
"Yes, sweetheart, now I want you. You
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