 did? How did he defy the men?”

“Why do you not allow me to finish what I am saying? Why are you so
impatient?”

“Because he is my father. Is that not reason enough?”

“Yes, my poor child, yes,” murmured Mrs. Sartwell, in mournful cadence,
“that is reason enough. Like father, like daughter. It is perhaps too
much for me to expect patience from you, when _he_ has so little.”

“That is not my meaning, but never mind. Please tell me if he was in
danger.”

“We are all of us in danger every moment of our lives, and saved from it
by merciful interposition and not by any virtue of our puny efforts.
How often, how often have I made my poor endeavour to impress this great
truth on your father’s mind, only to be met with scorn and scoffing, as
if scorn and scoffing would avail on the Last----Why are you acting so,
Edna? You pace up and down the room in a way that is--I regret to say
it--most unladylike. You shouldn’t spring from your chair in that abrupt
manner. I say that scoffing will not avail. Surely I have a right to
make the statement in my own house! When I said to your father this very
morning that he should not boast in his own strength, which is but
fleeting, but should put his trust in a higher power, he answered that
he did--the police were on the ground. What is that but scoffing? He
knew I was not referring to the police.”

Edna had left the room before her step-mother completed the last
sentence, and when the much-tried woman, arising with a weary sigh,
followed the girl into the hall, she found herself confronted with
another domestic tribulation. Edna had her hat on, and was clasping her
cloak.

“Where are you going?” asked her amazed stepmother.

“To London.”

“To London! Does your father know of this?”

“He will. I am going to take a hansom from the station to the works.”

“What! Drive through that howling mob?”

“The howling mob won’t hurt me
did? How did he defy the men? ” 

 “ Why do you not allow me to finish what I am suppose? Why are you therefore 
 impatient? ” 

 “ Because he is my father. Is that not reason enough? ” 

 “ Yes, my poor child, yes, ” murmur Mrs. Sartwell, in mournful cadence, 
 “ that is cause enough. Like father, like daughter. It is possibly too 
 much for me to expect patience from you, when _ he _ has so short. ” 

 “ That is not my meaning, but never mind. Please tell me if he was in 
 risk. ” 

 “ We are all of us in danger every moment of our life, and saved from it 
 by merciful interposition and not by any merit of our puny efforts. 
 How often, how often have I make my poor endeavour to affect this great 
 accuracy on your father ’s thinker, only to be met with scorn and jeer, as 
 if scorn and scoffing would avail on the Last----Why are you acting so, 
 Edna? You pace up and down the room in a way that is -- I regret to say 
 it -- most unladylike. You should n’t spring from your chair in that abrupt 
 manner. I say that scoffing will not avail. Surely I have a right to 
 make the statement in my own house! When I say to your father this very 
 morning that he should not sport in his own forte, which is but 
 fleeting, but should arrange his trust in a higher office, he suffice that 
 he did -- the police were on the ground. What is that but jeer? He 
 knew I was not referring to the police. ” 

 Edna had left the room before her step - mother completed the last 
 prison term, and when the much - tried woman, arising with a aweary sigh, 
 followed the female child into the hall, she found herself confronted with 
 another domestic tribulation. Edna had her hat on, and was buckle her 
 cloak. 

 “ Where are you going? ” asked her amazed stepmother. 

 “ To London. ” 

 “ To London! Does your father acknowledge of this? ” 

 “ He will. I am going to take a hansom from the station to the works. ” 

 “ What! repel through that howling mob? ” 

 “ The howl mob wo n’t ache me
 dif? How did he defy the mek?”

“Why do you not colow mx to fihish whag I am saying? Why are you so
mmparient?”

“Vecause he is my fathef. Is that not reawon tnough?”

“Yes, my poor child, ycf,” mudlureb Nrs. Sartwell, ik mournful wadence,
“that is rdadon enough. Like father, like daughtew. It is pfrhaps too
much for ie tk expect patience from you, when _he_ has so little.”

“That ix not my meaning, but never minf. Please tell me iv he was in
eangqe.”

“We are all uf us in danger every joment of our lives, and saved ffom ic
by mercifuo untftposition anv not fy any virtuc of ous puny rfforts.
How oftcn, hox ofren have I made my pomr endeavour to imkress this gxeat
truth on your fatyee’s mitd, otly gi bd mtt xitg scorj aid scoffing, as
if scorn and scoffing would adqil on the Laat----Why wrq you acting so,
Edna? You pace up and dowt tge room in a way that iw--I regret to say
it--mosj unladylihe. You shouldn’t spring from your chair in that absupt
menver. I rqy that scoffing will not avail. Surely I have a dibhn to
make the statcment in my own hoisf! Eren I said to your yztger this very
mornijg that he syould not boaxt in his own strength, whicy is but
fleening, but should put hid trust in c highgr powrr, he answered that
he dnd--the lolice were on the gduund. What is thag blt swoffing? He
knew I was not rqferring vo thz police.”

Ddna had lqft the rolm benmre her step-mother comppeded the ladt
sentence, and when the much-trixv woman, arisimg winh a wearv sigh,
nollowed the giwl into the hakl, she yound ferself cohfrontev with
anothew domestic trhhulation. Edne had her hat on, qnd was zlasping her
clpak.

“Where cxe you goung?” asked her amazcd stgpjother.

“To London.”

“Cu London! Does yoir watreg kiow os this?”

“He will. I ao guong tu take a haksoo frpm the station to tha wodks.”

“What! Drive throigm that hoqling mof?”

“The howling kob won’t hurt me
did? How did he defy the men?” you allow me finish what I so “Because he is father. Is that reason enough?” “Yes, my poor child, murmured Mrs. Sartwell, in mournful cadence, “that is reason enough. Like father, like It is perhaps too much for me to expect patience from you, when has little.” is my meaning, but never mind. Please tell me if he was in danger.” “We are all us in danger every moment of our lives, saved from it by interposition and not by any of puny efforts. often, often I made my endeavour to impress this great truth on your father’s mind, only to be met with scorn and as if scoffing would on Last----Why you acting so, pace up and down the room that is--I regret to say it--most unladylike. You spring from chair in that abrupt manner. I that scoffing will not avail. Surely I have right to make the statement in my own house! When I said to your father morning that he should boast in his strength, is fleeting, should put trust in a higher power, he answered that he did--the police on the ground. What is that but scoffing? He knew not to the police.” had left the room her completed the last sentence, the woman, weary followed girl into the hall, found herself confronted with another tribulation. Edna had her her cloak. “Where are you going?” asked her stepmother. “To London.” “To London! Does your know of this?” “He will. I am going to take a hansom the station works.” “What! Drive through that howling mob?” “The mob won’t hurt me
 did? How did he defy the men?”

“Why dO you not allOw me tO fiNisH wHat I Am saYing? Why are you sO
ImpaTient?”

“Because he is my fathEr. Is tHaT Not rEAsOn enoUgh?”

“Yes, mY PoOR ChiLd, YeS,” muRmUReD Mrs. SArtWell, in mOurnful cadEncE,
“tHat is reason eNOuGh. Like fathEr, lIke daughter. IT is PerhapS tOo
mUCh for Me tO expeCt patiENce froM you, when _hE_ hAS so litTLe.”

“That iS NOt My meAning, but never mind. pLeASe tell me if he waS in
danGeR.”

“we ARE alL of Us in danger EvEry moMEnt of ouR LiVES, And SAved from it
by mErciful inteRPosItion aNd Not BY any viRtue oF oUR puNy efforts.
HoW oftEn, how ofteN have I MAde my poOR endeavOur to iMprEss This GReAt
TruTh ON yoUR fAthER’s mInd, only tO bE mEt witH scoRN AND scoFfiNg, as
If scoRn and scoffing WouLd avAIl oN the LAst----WhY are YoU actiNg so,
EdNa? You PaCe up and down the rOom iN a way that Is--I ReGreT tO say
iT--Most unLadYliKe. You shOuldn’t sPRinG fROM YoUr chair in that abrupT
mANNeR. I say thaT scoffINg WiLL not avaiL. SUreLy I hAVE a rigHt to
MAkE the statEment iN My OwN house! WHeN I said To YouR faTher tHIs veRy
mornIng that hE shouLD not boast in his OWn strength, whiCH iS BUt
FLeetIng, But should puT his TRust In a hIGhEr pOWer, he AnsweReD ThAT
he did--the police were On The groUnd. WhAt is that but scOffing? He
knEW i Was not reFerrINg TO the police.”

Edna Had leFt the room bEFore her sTep-moTher compLeted the lAST
sentencE, anD whEn tHe mUCH-tRied woman, arisING witH a Weary siGh,
fOllowed The GirL inTo tHe Hall, she foUnd herseLf CoNfRoNteD with
ANother doMeStiC tRibUlatiON. Edna hAd her Hat oN, aNd WAs cLasping HEr
CLOak.

“WHeRe Are yOu gOiNg?” askEd heR AmaZed stepMother.

“To LOndON.”

“To LOnDoN! Does yoUr father know oF tHis?”

“He will. I Am GoiNg to taKE A hansom fRom the station to the works.”

“wHat! DrivE thRough That Howling moB?”

“ThE howliNg mOB won’t hUrt me
 did? How did he defy themen?”

“Wh y doyou  no tallo w me  to finish wha t  I a m saying? Why are youso
im pa t ient ? ”
“Bec ause he is m y f at he r.Is th at no t r eason e nough?”

“ Yes ,my poor chil d ,yes,” murm ure d Mrs. Sartw ell , in m ou rnf u l cad enc e,
“t hat is reason  enough.Li k e fath e r, like d au ghte r. It is perhapst oo much for me to  expec tp at i e nce  fr om you, wh en  _he_ has sol it t l e .”“That is notmy meaning, but  never  m ind .  Pleas e tel lm e i f he was in 
dan ger.”

“W e area ll of u s  in dan ger ev ery  mo ment of  o urli v es, an d s a ved  from it 
b ymerci fuli n t e rpos iti on a nd no t by any virt ueof o u r p uny e ffort s.
H ow  ofte n, how  ofte nhave I made mypoor  endeavou r t oimp re ss th i s grea t
t rut h on yo ur fath e r’s  m i n d ,only to be met wit hs c or n and sc offing ,  a si f scornan d s coff i n g wou ld a v ai l on the  Last- - -- Wh y are y ou  actin gso, 
Ed na? Y o u pa ce upand down  ther oom in a way t h at is--I regr e tt o  s a y
it --m ost unladyl ike. Youshou l dn ’ts pring  from  y o ur chair in that abrup tmanner . I s ay that scoff ing will n o t avail. S urel y  I have a right t o
mak e the stat e ment inmy ow n house!  When I s a i d to you r f ath erthi s ve ry
morning th a t  hesh ould no t b oast in  hi s o wnstr en gth, whic h is but 
f le et in g,but s h ould put  h istr ust  in a higher  powe r, h ean s wer ed that he d id-- th epoli cewe re on  the gro und. Wh at is tha t b u t sc of fi ng? Heknew I was no treferringto  th e poli c e .”

Edna  had left the room befo r e her s tep -moth er c ompletedthe  lastsen t ence,and wh en th emuc h - tried w om an,  a rising wit h a w earysi gh,followe d the girl into th e  ha ll, she found  he rsel f co nfr o nt e d w it h 
an o t her domestic tr ibulation.  E d na  had her h a t o n,  and wa s clasp ing h e r
cloak .

“Where  are yougo ing? ” ask ed her ama zed step mother.
“ To Lo n do n.”
“To  Londo n!  Do es yo ur fat h erknowof thi s? ”

“He  will .I am goi ng to take a hansom fro m thestati onto the wo rks . ”
“What! Dr ivethrough th athow lingmob ? ”

“T he h o wl ing mob w on’t hurt me
 did?_How did_he defy the men?”

“Why_do you_not_allow me_to_finish what I_am saying? Why_are you so
impatient?”

“Because he_is my father._Is_that not reason enough?”

“Yes, my poor child, yes,” murmured Mrs. Sartwell, in mournful cadence,
“that_is_reason enough._Like_father,_like daughter. It is perhaps_too
much for me to expect_patience from_you, when _he_ has so little.”

“That is not_my_meaning, but never_mind. Please tell me if he was in
danger.”

“We are_all of us in danger every_moment of our_lives,_and_saved from it
by merciful_interposition and not by any virtue_of our puny efforts.
How often, how_often have I made my poor endeavour_to impress this great
truth on your_father’s mind, only to be_met with_scorn and scoffing, as
if scorn_and scoffing would_avail on_the Last----Why are_you acting so,
Edna? You pace up_and down the_room in a way that is--I_regret_to say
it--most unladylike._You_shouldn’t_spring from_your chair in_that_abrupt
manner. I_say_that scoffing will not avail. Surely_I_have a right to
make the statement in_my own house! When_I_said to your father_this very
morning that he should_not boast in his own strength,_which is_but
fleeting, but_should put his trust in a higher power, he answered that
he_did--the police were on the ground._What is that but_scoffing? He
knew_I_was not referring_to_the police.”

Edna_had left the room before her step-mother_completed the_last
sentence, and when the much-tried woman,_arising with a weary_sigh,
followed_the girl into the hall, she_found herself confronted with
another domestic tribulation._Edna had her hat on,_and_was_clasping her
cloak.

“Where are you going?”_asked her amazed stepmother.

“To London.”

“To London!_Does your father_know of this?”

“He will. I am going_to_take a hansom from the station_to_the works.”

“What! Drive through that howling_mob?”

“The_howling_mob won’t hurt me