"My glasses! And lenses cost money!" "Will you stay ?" demanded a relentless voice.

The shaking continued, but gently.
"I will.

That is, I'll have to, or pay the oculist." Grace's hands fell from Emma's shoulders.
"I didn't want to pack and go," confessed Emma, "but I was trying to be as fair to you as you are to every one else." "It wouldn't be one bit fair in you to leave me.

You promised to see me through, you know," reproached Grace.
"So I did, and so I will," declared Emma, "I take back all I said.

From now on I am as much of a fixture here as the kitchen range or the window seat." Grace laughed at Emma's absurd declaration.