Martha announced one day that she was going to Chicago for shopping. She would naturally do that several times, getting her clothes ready for the school year.
Emily said to her: "Before you go, Martha, you must promise me one thing. You must promise me you will NOT see—at all—that man."
"You don't trust me any more?"
"No, Martha. It's your judgment. I don't trust your judgment."
"No, I suppose not. I see."
"Will you promise me that, Martha?"
"No, I don't think so. I don't think I will."
"What am I to do now?" thought Emily. "Shall I say that she can't leave this house till she promises me that?"
Martha was looking at her hostilely, steadily. "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll think it over. I'll tell you to-morrow what I'll do," she said.
On the morrow, she said, "Mother, if it will do you any good, I'll promise—what you want me to."