"Well, you're a strange girl," said Mrs. Rand again, "and I never understand half you say."
Lizzie came to her and kissed her.
"You always miss me, you know, mother, when I'm away, in spite of my hard heart."
"Well, that's true," said Mrs. Rand, looking at her daughter with wide and rather tearful eyes. "But I'm sure I don't know why I do."
CHAPTER XI
THE LAST VIEW FROM HIGH WINDOWS
"Not without fortitude I wait ...
... I, in this house so rifted, marr'd,
So ill to live in, hard to leave;
I, so star-weary, over-warr'd,
That have no joy in this your day."
Francis Thompson.