Mother five years," she said. "Well, and haven't I dwelt with Aunt Grena well-nigh nineteen years? No, Pan, that's not the difference. It lieth in the nature of us two. I am a true Roberts, and you take after our mother's folks." "Maybe so. Will you have with us, True, to Master Hall's?" "I? Gramercy, no! I'm none so fond of sick childre." "Christie is not sick, so to speak, Bridget saith; she is but lame and weak." "Well, then she is sick, so _not_ to speak! She alway lieth of a couch, and I'll go bail she whines and mewls enough o'er it." "Nay, Bridget saith she is right full of cheer, and most patient, notwithstanding her maladies. And, True, the poor little maid is alone the whole day long, save on holy-days, when only her father can be with her. Wouldst thou not love well to bring some sunshine into her little life?" "Did I not tell you a minute gone, Pandora Roberts, that you and I were cast in different moulds? No, my Minorite Sister, I should not love it--never a whit. I want my sunshine f