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talked to me very seriously. It will be a great relief to mother and the others to have me provided for in that way for two years. I must think of that, you know." She glanced down at her gown, which, under a renovated surface, dated back to the first days of Glennard's wooing. "I try not to cost much—but I do."
"Good Lord!" Glennard groaned.
They sat silent till at length she gently took up the argument. "As the eldest, you know, I'm bound to consider these things. Women are such a burden. Jim does what he can for mother, but with his own children to provide for it isn't very much. You see we're all poor together."
"Your aunt isn't. She might help your mother."
"She does—in her own way."
"Exactly—that's the rich relation all over! You may be miserable in any way you like, but if you're to be happy you must be so in her way—and in her old gowns."
"I could be very happy in Aunt Virginia's old gowns," Miss Trent interposed.
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