"I may have to fight as well--you don't know--and somebody, you can never tell, may fight for you." Janet took the round, warm cheeks in her hands and caressed them with the long, sensitive fingers.
"That'll never be," she said quietly--"never--never.

I know it right away in here." She laid her hand upon her chest.
"But why ?" Sally repeated petulantly, as though wishing it could alter the truth.
"Because I suppose I really want to do the fighting, however much I may think differently, when I see you and hear you talk, when your heart's going and there's all the meaning of it in your eyes.

I've got to fight, and away inside me I want to.

I suppose that's the compensation." Then Mrs.Hewson brought the key, saying words over it--an incantation of half-hearted rebuke--and following Sally with her eyes as she walked out of the kitchen..