I know my place.

I never was a great hand at meddling.

You'll hardly know I'm around." Again Madelene had the choke in her throat, the ache at the heart.

"But you wouldn't throw the care of this house on my hands!" she exclaimed in well-pretended dismay.

"Oh, no, you've simply got to look after things! Why, I was even counting on your helping me with my practice." Ellen Ranger thrilled with a delight such as she had not had in many a year--the matchless delight of a new interest.