AT THE RUFUS STONE
"But I've done nothing wrong. Why should I be responsible for other people's———"
"The world has no charity," said Mrs. Milton.
"For a girl," said Jessie. "No."
"Now do let us stop arguing, my dear young lady, and let us listen to reason. Never mind how or why, this conduct of yours will do you infinite harm if once it is generally known. And not only that, it will cause infinite pain to those who care for you. But if you will return at once to your home, causing it to be understood that you have been with friends for these last few days———"
"Tell lies," said Jessie.
"Certainly not. Most certainly not. But I understand that is how your absence is understood at present, and there is no reason———"
Jessie's grip tightened on her handkerchief. "I won't go back," she said, "to have it as I did before. I want a room of my own, what books I need to read, to be free to go out by myself alone, Teaching———"
"Anything," said Mrs. Milton; "anything in reason."
"But will you keep your promise?" said Jessie.
"Surely you won't dictate to your mother!" said Widgery.
"My stepmother! I don't want to dictate. I want definite promises now."
"This is most unreasonable," said the clergyman.
"Very well," said Jessie, swallowing a sob but with unusual resolution. "Then I won't go back. My life is being frittered away———"
"Let her have her way," said Widgery.
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