All at once she seemed to Ellen more like the woman of her childhood.

"Yes, I would," said she, hotly--"I will now." "Oh, I beg you not!" cried Ellen.
"I will go with you this minute and tell your mother," Cynthia said, rising.
Ellen sprang up and moved towards her as if to push her back in her chair.

"Oh, please don't!" she cried.

"Please don't.

You don't know mother; and it would do no good.