KATE. I don't know.
TRAVERS. Will you go with me—away from here, into that bigger world?
KATE. Not until I am sure it is you for whom I go, and not merely for the liberty.
TRAVERS. How will you ever tell?
KATE. Some accident will teach me. It is a dreadful moment, isn't it, when we learn that kinship, the truest kinship, is not a thing of blood, but of ideas—my college mates, who thought as I did, were nearer to me than my family, who never can think as I do.
Enter MRS. VERNON.
MRS. VERNON. I never see such a hero as that little dog—he jis' seemed to know they was helpin' him when they pulled them poor bones together—jes' look how quiet he stands—whinnered a little, but didn't holler 'tall. [TRAVERS goes up to door.
KATE. [Aside.] That is enough to make the man despise me! [Goes back to table.
TRAVERS. [Going up.] Oh, yes—he knows he's among friends.
MRS. VERNON. [Looking into shop.] Now I say they's lots of folks of education what ain't got as much sense as that dog.