With her mother, Marian was quite different. The two played together contentedly, or went for walks. For Anne, it was always a pleasure to go for a walk with Marian. She loved to see small, delightful things; a new bud, a wild rose, or thistledown floating like magic through the air, would bring a dreamy softness to her eyes, a lightness to her feet. When Freda passed her gate and disappeared, Marian began to speak on her fingers. With the help of gestures, Marian asked Anne if she rather had Freda than her. It was evident that Marian had sensed her mother’s desire for a child without her handicaps. Her little heart had been bitterly hurt. Anne hugged her tightly and it came to her at last how much her love meant to Marian and more than it would have meant to Freda, who was so well-equipped to look after herself.
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