Nettie reached out to lightly place her hand on the girl's shoulder. "We aren't ourselves when we are angry. Or worried, or scared. I understand. I'm sorry I'm not Father Brennan. But can you please tell me your problem? I may not have a solution, but if I hear from him or see him before you I can tell him, if nothing else." She said softly.

Her fingers scooped up a few more pages and combed hough them to shuffle them back into order. "And we might be able to repair this book if you would like. It has beautiful pictures in it, I'm sure you would hate to lose."