:

"I don't see what you're making such a kick for. I wouldn't have told
you if I'd known you'd be so silly."

And I heard Peggy say again:

"I want you to tell mother." Her tone was perfectly even, but it sounded
like Cyrus when he is angry. They both came in. Peggy was flushed, and
her lips were pressed firmly together. She looked older than I have ever
seen her.

"What's the matter?" Ada asked them.

"Tell her," Peggy commanded. Billy didn't know what it all was about.

"Why, I just said I wondered what Aunt Elizabeth was telegraphing Harry
Goward about, and now she drags me in here and makes a fuss," he said,
in an aggrieved tone.

"He was over at Whitman playing around the telegraph-office--he had
driven over on the express-wagon--and when Aunt Elizabeth drove up he
hid because he didn't want her to see him. Then he heard the operator
read the address aloud," Peggy explained, evenly.

"Is this so?" Ada asked.

"Sure," Billy answered, disgustedly, and made off as fast as he could.

"Now," said Peggy, "I want to know why Harry wrote to Aunt Elizabeth,
and why she telegraphed him--over there where no one could see her!" She
stood up very straight. "I think I ought to know," she said, gently.

"Yes, dear," Ada answered, "I think you ought."

I shall be sorry for Elizabeth Talbert if she has been making mischief.

IV. THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW, by Mary Stewart Cutting

I have never identified myself with my husband's family, and Charles
Edward, who is the best sort ever, doesn't expect me to. Of course, I
want to be decent to them, though I know they talk about me, but you
can't make oil and water mix, and I don't see the use of pretending that
you can. I know they never can understand how Charles Edward married
me, and they never can get used to my being such a different type from
theirs. The Talberts are all blue-eyed, fair-haired, and rosy, and I'm
dark, thin, and pale, and Grandmother Evarts always thinks I can't be
well, and wants me to take the medicine she takes.

But, really, I see very little of the family, except Alice and Billy,
who don't count. Billy comes in at any time he feels like it to get a
book and something to eat, though the others don't know it, and Alice
has fits of stopping in every afternoon on her way from school, and then
perhaps doesn't come near me for weeks. Alice is terribly discontented
at home, and I think it's a very good thing that she is; anything is
better than sink