Chapter 5 - (VERSO)

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house—as, indeed, seemed not unlikely—before she would ask a favor of Andrew Cam Cameron. And so, in truth, she would have, had it been for herself. But for Sylvia! Could she so far humble herself for Sylvia’s sake?

The question was not easily or speedily settled, as had been the case in the matters of the grape jug and the book of poems. For a whole week the Old Lady fought her pride and bitterness. Sometimes, in the hours of sleepless night, when all human resentments and rancors seemed petty and contemptible, she thought she had conquered it. But in the daytime, with the picture of her