"Oh, child, how unjust you are!" he exclaimed.

"But it must be all my stupid way of putting things.

One of these days, you'll see it all differently." And she did.

Firm as were her resolutions to tell her mother every thing, she could not find courage to tell her about the verses and the price paid for them.

Again and again she had approached the subject, and had been frightened back,--sometimes by her own unconquerable dislike to speaking of her poetry; sometimes, as in the instance above, by an outbreak on her mother's part of indignation at the bare suggestion of her earning money.
After that conversation, Mercy resolved within herself to postpone the day of the revelation, until there should be more to tell and more to show.
"If ever I have a hundred dollars, I'll tell her then," she thought.