Every penny he can spare goes on something that mother can't possibly do without," added the girl with unwonted bitterness.
The latter fact was incontrovertible, and Sara remained silent.

In her own mind she regarded Mrs.Selwyn as a species of vampire, sucking out all that was good, and sweet, and wholesome from the lives of those about her--even that of her own daughter.

Did the woman realize, she wondered, that instead of being the help all mothers were sent into the world to be, she was nothing but a hindrance and a stumbling-block?
"I don't know what to do, I simply don't." Molly's humble, dejected tones broke through the current of Sara's thoughts.

"You see, the worst of it is"-- she blushed even more bewitchingly than before--"that I owe it to a _man_.

It's detestable owing money to a man!"-- with suppressed irritation.
Two fine lines drew themselves between Sara's level brows.