But the clever girl was not clever enough to read just that page.
"We ought to be everything to each other," said Mrs.Lessways, pursuing her reflections aloud.
Hilda hated sentimentalism.

She could not stand such talk.
"And you know," said Hilda, speaking very frigidly and with even more than her usual incisive clearness of articulation, "it's not your property.

It's only yours for life.

It's my property." The mother's mood changed in a moment.
"How do you know?
You've never seen your father's will." She spoke in harsh challenge.
"No; because you've never let me see it." "You ought to have more confidence in your mother.

Your father had.