"Good Lord!" Glennard groaned.

They sat silent till at length she gently took up the argument.
"As the eldest, you know, I'm bound to consider these things.
Women are such a burden. Jim does what he can for mother, but
with his own children to provide for it isn't very much. You see,
we're all poor together."

"Your aunt isn't. She might help your mother."

"She does--in her own way."

"Exactly--that's the rich relation all over! You may be miserable
in any way you like, but if you're to be happy you've got to be so
in her way--and in her old gowns."

"I could be very happy in Aunt Virginia's old gowns," Miss Trent
interposed.

"Abroad, you mean?"

"I mean wherever I felt that I was helping. And my going abroad
will help."

"Of course--I see that. And I see your considerateness in putting
its advantages negatively."

"Negatively?"

"In dwelling simply on what the going will take you from, not on