"No, I know it. Oh, I've thought of everything. In books they do it; in books no one ever finds out. There's 'The Old Maid.' We could do it."
"We'd always be afraid. We'd never have any peace of mind again."
"You don't need to go with me. I can go."
"I'm going to see you through this. I think home would be the best place, Martha."
"No, I won't go home! Never, mother. Oh, imagine what dad would say to me!"
Emily had thought of that. She had decided. "That's my house!" she had said as they came out on the train. "I'll take my child home to it. If Bob wants to leave, he can leave."
"You don't appreciate your father. If we should go home,—this way—to him, he would stand by us. There's no use saying he wouldn't."
"He would stand by you, mother. I'll say that much for him. He wouldn't leave you when you're in trouble. He's not like—— But he would be always hating me; if he didn't scold me, he would be wanting to. I couldn't stand that. I won't go home. I won't let you tell him this. I'd rather——"
"Don't say that!" Emily moaned.
"We can go abroad. We could go to Sweden, or the Philippines."