"I never tried it. It was Morris's idea; but if he had been with us, in Europe, he would have seen that father was never impressed in that way. He is artistic—tremendously artistic; but the more celebrated places we visited, and the more he admired them, the less use it would have been to plead with him. They seemed only to make him more determined—more terrible," said poor Catherine. "I shall never bring him round, and I expect nothing now."
"Well, I must say," Mrs. Penniman answered, "I never supposed you were going to give it up.
"I have given it up. I don't care now."
"You have grown very brave," said Mrs. Penniman, with a short laugh. "I didn't advise you to sacrifice your property."
"Yes, I am braver than I was. You asked me if I had changed; I have changed in that way. Oh," the girl went on, "I have changed very much. And it isn't my property. If he doesn't care for it, why should I?"
Mrs. Penniman hesitated. "Perhaps he does care for it."
