"What do you know?
You--you were married when you were years younger than I am." There was something violently accusing in her tone.

She thrust her mother away and sat up in bed, and looked at her with fierce eyes blazing like lamps in her soft, flushed face.
"I know it," said Mrs.Ayres.

"I know it, and I know what you mean, Lucy; but there is something else which I know and you do not." "I'd like to know what!" "How a mother reads the heart of her child." Lucy stared at her mother.

Her face softened.

Then it grew burning red and angrier.