"If you don't console her any better than you console me, you certainly won't be of much use! It's a damned disagreeable necessity; I feel it extremely, and you ought to make it easy for me."
"I will be your friend for life!" Mrs. Penniman declared.
"Be my friend now!" And Morris walked on.
She went with him; she was almost trembling.
"Should you like me to tell her?" she asked.
"You mustn't tell her, but you can—you can——." And he hesitated, trying to think what Mrs. Penniman could do. "You can explain to her why it is. It's because I can't bring myself to step in between her and her father—to give him the pretext he grasps at so eagerly (it's a hideous sight) for depriving her of her rights."
Mrs. Penniman felt with remarkable promptitude the charm of this formula.
"That's so like you," she said; "it's so finely felt."
Morris gave his stick an angry swing.
"Oh botheration!" he exclaimed perversely.
Mrs. Penniman, however, was not discouraged.
"It may turn out better than you think. Cath-
