"
"Oh, if you are really going, I'll not shake hands and make up with you! If
we only had some help in the house I would be glad to get rid of you. I
don't believe mamma will let you go, anyway," and with a toss of her head
she left the room, saying to herself: "She'll have to unpack her things
when mamma gets hold of her, so why need I humble myself to her."
Dexie was soon in her mother's room, listening to the reproaches that were
heaped upon her without stint; but as no reply was given to them, Mrs.
Sherwood looked at her intently, and something in the mother's heart
brought to her attention the wan, white face of her daughter. She had not
noticed that Dexie looked so worn and thin, and for a moment her heart
smote her.
"What is this I hear, Dexie?" she said at last. "Do you think I am going to
allow you to leave the house like this? You are forgetting that you are
still under my authority."
"But you do not use your authority fairly, mamma. You have made my life
very hard and unhappy since papa died, and permit Gussie to be impudent to
me, even when I am doing everything for her comfort. I would have stayed a
few weeks longer, but Gussie has gone too far and made it impossible for me
to stay another day, so I am going away to be married.
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