"Well, I don't see why." Mrs. Faraday lifted the baby from the crib and sat down to nurse it. "We would lend you the money you needed to start with. After all you've done for Penelope, we'd be only too glad to do that in return. But it would be drudgery, even if you succeeded, and you ought not to look forward to that. You ought to marry, my dear."
Dorinda flinched. "Oh, I've finished with all that!"
"But you haven't. You're too young to give up that side of life."
"I don't care. I'm through with it," repeated Dorinda, and she meant it.
"Well, just remember that we are ready to help you at any time. It would mean nothing to us to invest a few thousand dollars in your farm. You could pay us back when you succeeded."
"And I could pay you interest all the time."
"Of course—if it would m
