What more can a woman ask ?" The old lady scrutinized her granddaughter's tranquil, delicate face in utter amazement.

She could find nothing on which to base a hope that the girl was either jesting or posing.

"Margaret," she cried, "are you CRAZY ?" "Do you think a desire for a home, and a husband who adores one, and children whom one adores is evidence of insanity ?" "Yes, you are mad--quite mad!" "I suppose you think that fretting about all my seasons without an offer worth accepting has driven me out of my senses.

Sometimes I think so, too." And Margaret lapsed into abstracted, dreamy silence.
"Do you pretend that you--you--care for--this person ?" inquired the old lady.
"I can't discuss him with you, Grandmother," replied the girl.

"You know you have washed your hands of me." "I shall never give up," cried the old lady vehemently, "until I rescue you.