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 ! 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 XXXXX manage it , '' said Marcella , striving to speak hopefully .
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