She thinks the home is the place for a woman--and so does Ross--and so do I," she added rather faintly.
Diantha put her pan of white puff-balls into the oven, sliced a quantity of smoked beef in thin shavings, and made white sauce for it, talking the while as if these acts were automatic.

"I don't agree with Mrs.
Warden on that point, nor with Ross, nor with you, Mother," she said, "What I've got to tell you is this--I'm going away from home.

To work." Mrs.Bell stopped rocking, stopped fanning, and regarded her daughter with wide frightened eyes.
"Why Diantha!" she said.

"Why Diantha! You wouldn't go and leave your Mother!" Diantha drew a deep breath and stood for a moment looking at the feeble little woman in the chair.

Then she went to her, knelt down and hugged her close--close.
"It's not because I don't love you, Mother.