Why?
I know why if no one else knows it." "Of course that suits me, too," the lady pacified again, "do just what you think best." She did not say more for she had already noticed that a fire of anger was kindled in 'Lizebeth which would blaze up if another word fell in it.

She could not imagine what had struck 'Lizebeth, but she found it more advisable not to touch on it.

So 'Lizebeth grumbled for a little while, then she went away, since no further chance for outbreaks was offered.

But there was no peace during the whole week; all noticed that, and each went carefully by 'Lizebeth as if she were a powder magazine which, at a careless touch, might fly up in the air at any moment.

At last Sunday came.