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 ! Aunt Emma always hurts me when she brushes my hair -- she is in such a hurry . You 're so gentle , Marcella , you do n't make my head ache at all . But oh ! I 'm so tired of being sick . I wish I could get well faster . Marcy , do you think I can be sent to the country ? '' `` I -- I do n't know , dear . I 'll see if I can think of any way to manage it , '' said Marcella , striving to speak hopefully . Patty drew a long breath . `` Oh , Marcy , it would be lovely to see the green fields again , and the woods and brooks , as we did that summer we spent in the country before Father died .
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