whose imagination had been already busy with the wonders that she would unfold to Mere Krebs and the Varnhart children.
"Then you will see but little of me, my dear.

Learn to be silent, Bebee.
It is a woman's first duty, though her hardest." "Is it ?" She did not speak for some time.

She could not imagine a state of things in which she would not narrate the little daily miracles of her life to the good old garrulous women and the little open-mouthed romps.
And yet--she lifted her eyes to his.
"I am glad you have told me that," she said.

"Though indeed.

I do not see why one should not say what one does, yet--somehow--I do not like to talk about you.