'Well, it must be borne,' she said, in a low voice, with her hands tightly joined.

'A starving son, a starving wife, starving children! Let it be.

But why is this come to us now, to-day, to-night?
Could no other misfortune happen to helpless women than this, which will quite upset my poor girl's chance of a happy life?
Why have you done us this wrong, Philip?
What respectable man will come here, and marry open- eyed into a family of vagabonds ?' 'Nonsense, mother!' said Sally vehemently, while her face flushed.
'Charley isn't the man to desert me.

But if he should be, and won't marry me because Phil's come, let him go and marry elsewhere.

I won't be ashamed of my own flesh and blood for any man in England--not I!' And then Sally turned away and burst into tears.
'Wait till you are twenty years older and you will tell a different tale,' replied her mother.
The son stood up.