a man can give--an' she gets
scared--an' minds. A man begins right from th' first t' tell her what to
do an' she loves 'im and wants t' please 'im, an' before long she don't
have her way no more'n a nigger."

Some of the truth of the statement came within the grasp of the daughter,
who was looking across the idle churn with her mind fixed in singleness of
purpose upon remedies, and yet she felt that there was some other element
in the matter not yet accounted for. The hopeless tone of the older woman,
however, goaded her young spirit into forgetting the caution necessary to
dealing with the subject. Her blood fired with resentment that one life
should be so crushed by another. It was her mother whose shoulders drooped
with a burden too heavy for her to throw off.

"If you're sure of that, why don't you leave him? We children are old
enough to support ourselves and----"

"Lizzie!"

Elizabeth had overshot the mark. Her mother was of another generation.

"But, ma," the girl protested quickly, "I don't say leave him if you can
find any way of settling matters. Can't you have a talk with him--and get
him to let you alone if you are willing to do the very best you can?
That's the best way. Have you tried it?"

"No I hain't," the mother replied shortly; "it wouldn't do no good. But if
my talkin' t' you is goin' t' make you say such things, I ain't goin't'
talk t' you no more. When folks is married they're married, an' I don't
believe in partin', nor talk of partin'."

"Well, I think maybe you are right, but if you and pa are going to live
together you ought to try and have it out, and be a help to each other
instead----" She broke off and thought a moment, "Now Aunt Susan and Uncle
Nate----"

"Stop right there!" Mrs. Farnshaw cried, afire with jealousy. "That
woman's brought more trouble into this house a'ready than She'll ever take
out. Your pa's been rantin' about her all winter an'--an' he said you'd be
pokin' her ways into our faces th' very day you got home. I 'spect she's
th' one that got it into your head to talk of partin', most likely."

"Oh, now, ma, don't go on like that. You don't know about Aunt Susan.
She's the last person in the world to ever suggest such a thing. That's
just what I started out to say--they never have a word about anything.
It's the loveliest home to live in, and I was just thinking that they must
have found----"

"I said I didn't want t' hear nothin' more about them folks, an' I don