But you are so young yet--and--well, I had hoped the teaching would satisfy you till Ross was ready." Diantha sat up straight.
"Mother! can't you see Ross'll never be ready! Look at that family! And the way they live! And those mortgages! I could wait and teach and save a little even with Father always losing money; but I can't see Ross wearing himself out for years and years--I just _can't_ bear it!" Her mother stroked her fair hair softly, not surprised that her own plea was so lost in thought of the brave young lover.
"And besides," the girl went on "If I waited--and saved--and married Ross--what becomes of _you,_ I'd like to know?
What I can't stand is to have you grow older and sicker--and never have any good time in all your life!" Mrs.Bell smiled tenderly.

"You dear child!" she said; as if an affectionate five-year old had offered to get her a rainbow, "I know you mean it all for the best.

But, O my _dearest_! I'd rather have you--here--at home with me---than any other 'good time' you can imagine!" She could not see the suffering in her daughter's face; but she felt she had made an impression, and followed it up with heart-breaking sincerity.

She caught the girl to her breast and held her like a little child.

"O my baby! my baby! Don't leave your mother.