I hope she won't come up to the mountains and practice on my children.

I should hate to break with Deborah," Edith ended thoughtfully.
Roger rose and walked the room.

The comforting idea entered his mind that when the wedding was over he would take out his collection of rings and carefully polish every one.

But even this hope did not stay with him long.
"With Laura at home," he heard Edith continue, "you at least had a daughter to run your house.

If Deborah tries to move you out--" "She won't!" cried Roger in alarm.
"If she does," persisted Edith, "or if she begins any talk of the kind--you come to me and _I'll_ talk to her!" Her father walked in silence, his head down, frowning at the floor.
"It seems funny," Edith continued, "that women like me who give children their lives, and men like Bruce who are building New York--actually doing it all the time--have so little to say in these modern ideas.