Julia's door was fast.

But she went out upon the front upper porch, and pushing up the window of her daughter's room as remorselessly as she had committed the burglary on her private letter, she looked at her a moment, sobbing on the bed, and then threw the letter into the room, saying: "It's good for you.

Read that, and see what a fellow your Dutchman is." Then Mrs.Anderson sought her couch, and slept with a serene sense, of having done _her_ duty as a mother, whatever might be the result..