At first, according to her own account, she rebelled against this cruel Fate--possibly instigated thereto by the people unfortunate enough to be loved by her.

But of late she has come to accept this strange destiny of hers with touching resignation.

It grieves her, when she thinks of it, that she is unable to imbue those she loves with her own patient spirit.
They seem to be a fretful little band.
Considered as a scapegoat, Fate, as compared with the father, has this advantage: it is always about: it cannot slip away and die before the real trouble begins: it cannot even plead a scientific head; it is there all the time.

With care one can blame it for most everything.

The vexing thing about it is, that it does not mind being blamed.