"Johnnie, I'd give that up, if I were you. I wouldn't count on that."
"That's what I won't give up. I mean I don't give a—cent—what else happens."
Emily exclaimed. "You know there's nothing I would have liked so well."
"If what?"
"If it—were—possible," she contented herself with saying. "We can't force these things, Johnnie."
"But—it was all right once, Mrs. Kenworthy."
Emily wondered.
"Look here, what's Martha living with all those suffragettes for—those school-teachers, and doctor women?"
And then he said, bitterly: "It's natural she'd prefer them to—some people. Martha's been stung once, and she's afraid. That's what's the trouble with her."
"Good heavens!" thought Emily. "This boy is too wise! What does he know? And how does he come to know it?"