"What harm could come of my going?" argued Sue.
"That is not the question."
"Mother, I don't like to oppose you, but in this case——"
"I shall not allow it," said her mother, decisively.
"Then I must go against your wishes." Sue opened the door.
"I forbid it, I tell you!" That note of shrillness now appeared in
Mrs. Milo's voice.
"Oh, mother!" Sue came back a little way. "Don't treat me like a child!"
Now Mrs. Milo became all gentleness once more. She put a hand on Sue's arm. "Your mother is the best judge of your actions," she reminded. "And she wants you to stay."
Sue backed. "No; I'm sorry," she answered. "In all my life I can't remember disobeying you once. But today I must." Again she started.
"My daughter!" Mrs. Milo's voice broke pathetically. "You—you mean you won't respect my wishes?"