"Mother didn't come because she wants me now, as she says, more to share her own life." Mitchy looked at it.

"But is this the way for her to share yours ?" "Ah that's another matter--about which you must talk to HER.

She wants me no longer to keep seeing only with her eyes.

She's throwing me into the world." Mitchy had listened with the liveliest interest, but he presently broke into a laugh.

"What a good thing then that I'm there to catch you!" Without--it might have been seen--having gathered the smallest impression of what they enclosed, she carefully drew together again the covers of her folio.