Lois never stirred.
"You needn't worry," said Mrs.Field, in a sarcastic voice; "everything on this table is bought with your own money.

I went out last night and got some flour.

There's a whole barrelful in the buttery, but I didn't touch it." Lois drew her chair up to the table, and ate a biscuit and drank a cup of coffee without saying a word.

Her eyes were set straight ahead; all her pale features seemed to point out sharply; her whole face had the look of a wedge that could pierce fate.

After breakfast she went out of the room, and returned shortly with her hat on.
"Mother," said she.
"What is it ?" "You'd better know what I'm going to do." "What are you goin' to do ?" "I'm goin' down to that lawyer's office, and--tell him." Lois turned toward the door.
"I s'pose you know all you're goin' to do," said her mother, in a hard voice.
"I'm going to tell the truth," returned Lois, fiercely.
"You're goin' to put your mother in State's prison." Lois stopped.