"I'm found out!" she moaned. "Oh, my God! He'll never love me no more!"
A woman entered in haste.
"You got it, Aggie?" the mother asked.
"Yes, dear. Now, you just drink this, and you'll feel better."
"I don't want it—now."
"Aw, now, you drink it! Poor dear! It'll do you lots of good."
"He wouldn't want me to."
"Aw, he won't know. And you need it, dear. Do drink it!"
"No, Aggie," said the mother. "It don't matter that he don't know. I just don't want it. I can't do what he wouldn't like me to."
The glass was put aside. And Aggie sat beside the mother, and drew her head to a sympathetic breast.