But they were pleased with the flowers you sent; people are, at such times, and they haven't many friends." "Would you go to see them ?" asked the girl.

"Would you tell them what I've told you ?" Mrs.March looked at her husband.
"I don't see what good it would do.

They wouldn't understand.

But if it would relieve you--" "I'll wait till it isn't a question of self-relief," said the girl.
"Good-bye!" She left them to long debate of the event.

At the end Mrs.March said, "She is a strange being; such a mixture of the society girl and the saint." Her husband answered: "She's the potentiality of several kinds of fanatic.