I suppose my cooking is n't fancy enough for you -- that 's the trouble . Well , I have n't the time to put any frills on it . I think I do pretty well to wait on you at all with all that work piling up before me . But some people imagine that they were born to be waited on . '' Aunt Emma whirled the last dish from the table and left the room , slamming the door behind her . The doctor shrugged his shoulders . He had become used to Miss Gibson 's tirades during Patty 's illness . But Marcella had never got used to them -- never , in all the three years she had lived with her aunt . They flicked on the raw as keenly as ever . This morning it seemed unbearable . It took every atom of Marcella 's self-control to keep her from voicing her resentful thoughts . It was only for Patty 's sake that she was able to restrain herself . It was only for Patty 's sake , too , that she did not , as soon as the doctor had gone , give way to tears . Instead , she smiled bravely into the little sister 's eyes . `` Let me brush your hair now , dear , and bathe your face . '' `` Have you time ? '' said Patty anxiously . `` Yes , I think so . '' Patty gave a sigh of content . `` I 'm so glad !
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