She looked very pretty and complacent, this young matron and mother of nineteen; and patted the older woman's hand affectionately, demanding, "Come—what's the trouble?"
"You might as well know now as later," said her sister. "I have decided to leave home, that's all."
"To leave home!" Mrs. Peters sat up straight and stared at her. "To leave home!—And Mother!"
"Well?" said Diantha, while the tears rose and ran over from her mother's eyes. "Well, why not? You left home—and Mother—before you were eighteen."
"That's different!" said her sister sharply. "I left to be married,—to have a home of my own. And besides I haven't gone far! I can see Mother every day."
"That's one reason I can go now better than later on," Diantha said.
"You are close by in case of any trouble."
"What on earth are you going for? Ross isn't ready to marry yet, is he?"
"No—nor likely to be for years. That's another reason I'm going."
"But what for, for goodness sake."
"To earn money—for one thing."