She is better now , but does n't seem to get strong very fast . She ought to go out more , but she is n't able to walk . I really must try and get around tomorrow . She keeps house for her brother at the manse . He is n't married , you know . '' Frances did n't know , nor did she in the least degree care . But even the luxury of unlimited grief palls , and Frances was beginning to feel this vaguely . She offered to go and take Miss Sherwood out driving . `` I 've never seen her , '' she said , `` but I suppose that does n't matter . I can drive Grey Tom in the phaeton , if you like . '' It was just what Aunt Eleanor intended , and she saw Frances drive off that afternoon with a great deal of satisfaction . `` Give my love to Corona , '' she told her , `` and say for me that she is n't to go messing about among those shore people until she 's perfectly well . The manse is the fourth house after you turn the third corner . '' Frances kept count of the corners and the houses and found the manse . Corona Sherwood herself came to the door . Frances had been expecting an elderly personage with spectacles and grey crimps ; she was surprised to find that the minister 's sister was a girl of about her own age and possessed of a distinct worldly prettiness . Corona was dark , with a different darkness from that of Frances , who had ivory outlines and blue-black hair , while Corona was dusky and piquant . Her eyes brightened with delight when Frances told her errand . `` How good of you and Miss Eleanor ! I am not strong enough to walk far yet -- or do anything useful , in fact , and Elliott so seldom has time to take me out . ''
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