"He _had_ to take it! He was much obliged, and he said so." Mrs.Lessways began to weep.
"What ever's the matter ?" "I was only thinking of poor Sarah!" Mrs.Lessways answered the implied rebuke of Hilda's brusque question.

"I shall go and see her to-morrow morning." "But, mother, don't you think you'd better wait ?" Mrs.Lessways spoke up resolutely: "I shall go and see Sarah Gailey to-morrow morning, and let that be understood! I don't need my daughter to teach me when I ought to go and see my friends and when I oughtn't....

I knew Sarah Gailey before your Mr.Cannon was born." "Oh, very well! Very well!" Hilda soothed her lightly.
"I shall tell Sarah Gailey she's got to reckon with me, whether she wants to or not! That's what I shall tell Sarah Gailey!" Mrs.Lessways wiped her eyes.
"Mother," Hilda asked, when they had gone upstairs, "did you wind the clock ?" "I don't think I did," answered the culprit uncertainly from her bedroom door.
"Mother, how tiresome you are! Night before last you wouldn't let me touch it.

You said you preferred to do it yourself.

And now I shall be waiting for it to strike to-morrow morning, to get up--lend me that candle, do!" She tripped down to the lobby gladly, and opened the big door of the clock, and put her hand into the dark cavity and, grimacing, hauled up the heavy weights.