"Oh, nowhere!" said Chatty. Their mother sat and looked at them, with a dull throb in her heart. They had sentiment and right on their side, and nature too. Everybody would agree that for a bereaved family there was no place so good as home,--the house in which they were born and where they had lived all their life. She looked at them blankly, feeling how unnatural, how almost wicked, was the longing in her own mind to get away, to escape into some place where she could take large breaths and feel a wide sky over her. But how was she to say it, how even to conclude what she had been saying, feeling how inharmonious it was with everything around? "Still," she said meekly, "I am of Mr. Longstaffe's opinion that everything should be fully understood between us from the first. If we all went on just the same, it might be very painful to Theo, when the time came for him to marry (not now; of course there is no question of that now), to feel that he could not do so without turning his mother and sisters out-of-doors." "Why should he marry, so long as he has us? It is not as if he had nobody, and wanted some one to make him a home. What would he do with the house if we were to leave it? Would he let it? I don't believe he could let it. It would set everybody talking. Why should he turn his mother and sisters out-of-doors? Oh, I never thought of anything so dreadful!" cried Minnie and Chatty, one uttering one exclamation, and another the other. They were very literal, and in the minds of both the grievance was at once taken for granted. "Oh, I never could have thought such a thing of Theo,--our own brother, and younger than we are!" The mother had made two or three ineffectual attempts to stem the tide of indignation. "Theo is thinking of nothing of the kind," she said at last, when they were out of breath. "I only say that he must not feel he has but that alternative when the time comes, when he may wish--when it may be expedient----No, no, he has never thought of such a thing. I only say it for the sake of the future, to forestall after-complications." "Oh, I wish you wouldn't frighten one, mamma! I thought you had heard about some girl he had picked up at Oxford, or something. I thought we should have to turn out, to leave the Warren--which would break my heart." "And mine too,--and mine too!" cried Chatty. "Where we have always been so happy, with nothing to disturb us!" "Oh, so happy! always the same, one day after another! It will be different," said the younger sister, crying a little, "now that dear papa---- But still no place ever can be like home." And there was the guilty woman sitting by, listening to everything they said; feeling how good, how natural, it was,--and still more natural, still more seemly, for her, at her age, than for them at theirs,--yet conscious that this house was a prison to her, and that of all things in the world that which she wanted most was to be turned out and driven away!