"She never was a mother." "Don't blame her," said Mrs.Tynan severely.

"That's God's business.

I'd be sorry for her, so far as that was concerned, if I were you.

It's not her fault." "It's an easy way of accounting for good undone," returned Kitty.
"P'r'aps it was God's fault, and p'r'aps if she had loved him more--" Mrs.Tynan's face flushed with sudden irritation and that fretful look came to her eyes which accompanies a lack of comprehension.

"Upon my word, well, upon my word, of all the vixens that ever lived, and you looking like a yellow pansy and too sweet for daily use! Such thoughts in your head! Who'd have believed that you--!" Kitty made a mocking face at her mother.