“Don't you think it ought to be at her father's, ma'am?”
“You are right,” said Alexa; and she sat down.
Andrew stood in silence, for he saw she was meditating something. At length she raised her head, and spoke.
“You have been compelled to take the step sooner than you intended—have you not?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Then you can hardly be so well prepared as you would like to be!”
“We shall manage.”
“It will hardly be convenient for your mother, I fear! You have nowhere else to take her—have you?”
“No, ma'am; but my mother loves us both. And,” he added, simply, “where there's room for me, there's room for her now!”
“Would you mind if I asked you how your parents take it?”