"Yes."
"Are you glad?"
"Very glad."
"Why do you sit on the fender?"
"I'm cold."
"Cold and glad."
A long pause.
"Do you know why your mother hates me, Mary?"
"She doesn't. She only thought you'd killed Papa."
"I didn't kill him. It wasn't my fault if he couldn't control his temper…. That isn't what she hates me for…. Do you know why you were sent to school—the school my aunt found for you?"