We were an ill-matched pair, my husband and I, from the very outset; he, with very high ideas of a husband's authority and a wife's submission, holding strongly to the "master-in-my-own-house theory," thinking much of the details of home arrangements, precise, methodical, easily angered and with difficulty appeased.

I, accustomed to freedom, indifferent to home details, impulsive, very hot-tempered, and proud as Lucifer.

I had never had a harsh word spoken to me, never been ordered to do anything, had had my way smoothed for my feet, and never a worry had touched me.

Harshness roused first incredulous wonder, then a storm of indignant tears, and after a time a proud, defiant resistance, cold and hard as iron.

The easy-going, sunshiny, enthusiastic girl changed--and changed pretty rapidly--into a grave, proud, reticent woman, burying deep in her own heart all her hopes, her fears, and her disillusions.