dBooks desire

''
``No,'' said Mildred. ``I'm going back to New
York. You can tell people here what you please--
that I've gone to rejoin him or to wait for him--any
old thing.''
``At least you'll wait and talk with Presbury,''
pleaded her mother. ``He is VERY sensible.''
``If he has anything to suggest,'' said Mildred, ``he
can write it. I'll send you my address.''
``Milly,'' cried her mother, agitated to the depths,
``where ARE you going? WHAT are you going to do?
You look so strange--not at all like yourself.''
``I'm going to a hotel to-night--probably to a
boarding-house to-morrow,'' said Mildred. ``In a few
days I shall begin to--'' she hesitated, decided against
confidence--'' begin to support myself at something or
other.''
``You must be crazy!'' cried her mother. ``You
wouldn't do anything--and you couldn't.''
``Let's not discuss it, mamma,'' said the girl tranquilly.
The mother looked at her with eyes full of the
suspicion one lady cannot but have as to the projects of
another lady in such circumstances.


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