"No, I'm going to speak to-night. Ever since
you came home you have refused to listen to me--you have put me
off--made me keep still. I want you to tell me, Kitty, if I were like
Honorable Patches, would it make any difference?"
"I do not know Mr. Patches," she answered.
"You met him to-day; and you know what I mean. Would it make any
difference if I were like him?"
"Why, Phil, dear, how can I answer such a question? I do not know."
"Then it's not because I belong here in this country instead of back
East in some city that has made you change?"
"I have changed, I suppose, because I have become a woman, Phil, as you
have become a man."
"Yes, I have become a man," he returned, "but I have not changed, except
that the boy's love has become a man's love. Would it make any
difference, Kitty, if you cared more for the life here--I mean if you
were contented here--if these things that mean so much to us all,
satisfied you?"
Again she answered, "I do not know, Phil. How can I know?"
"Will you try, Kitty--I mean try to like your old home as you used to
like it?"
"Oh, Phil, I have tried. I do try," she cried.
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