"Everything she has ever done. She's never kissed me in her life, that I can remember."
"Kissin' ain't all there is to lovin'. What did your gran'ma want to save her money for? What did she scrimp an' screw for, after bein' used to live in the lap o' lucksherry all her days——? I'm a ignorant woman, but it seems to me, she could 'a' paid up all was owin', and lived off'n her capital, an' said to herself: 'Hooray! A short life, an' a merry one! Let the grandchild I hate, look out for herself. What do I care?'"
"Perhaps she don't mind saving and denying herself, any more. She's got used to it," suggested Katherine. "Maybe she likes it."
"I wouldn't be too sure," Martha admonished, "Think it over."
"I have thought it over—and over and over. Nothing will change me. I'll not go back, Mrs. Slawson."
"Where are you goin'?"
"To Boston."
"What for, to Boston?"
"First, to tell Dr. Ballard just what and who I am. Grandmother thought it was lying for me to hold back that story, when I should have made a clean breast of it, at once. She acts as if she had to protect Dr. Ballard against me. She acts as if he is the one who's dear to her and I'm the stranger. Well, I'll show her! I'd never marry him now, if—if——"
"An', after you got through throwin' down Dr. Ballard?"