"Why, mother, does she ever do anything to help you?"
"Her life is quite separate from mine," Mrs. Carpenter replied evasively.
"Well, it would be right in her to help you. And when people are not right, they are wrong."
"Let us take care of our own right and wrong, Rotha. We shall have enough to do with that."
"But, mother, what is the matter with aunt Serena? Why doesn't she help you? She can."
"Our lives went different ways, a long time ago, my child. We have never been near each other since."
"But now you are going to be where she is, mother?"
"Rotha, did you rip up your brown merino?"
"Not yet."
"Then go and do it now. I want it to make over for you."