But remember! You have made your choice.

You mustn't come whining back to me, because I won't have you," she said, brutally.

"You shall go to-morrow." She took the letter from its envelope but she did not show it to her daughter.
"I don't use your father's name," she said.

"I have not used it since"-- and again the cruel smile appeared upon her lips--"since he left me, as you say.

He is called Garratt Skinner, and he lives in a little house in Hobart Place.