It was Cyrus who spoke, advancing into the room like a stern, hard impersonation of judgment. Joscelyn's outstretched arm fell to her side and she turned sharply around; fear came into her face and the light went out of it. A moment before she had been a woman, splendid, unafraid; now she was again the schoolgirl, too confused and shamed to speak. "What are you doing, Josie?" asked her grandfather again, "dressed up in that indecent manner and talking and twisting to yourself?" Joscelyn's face, that had grown pale, flamed scarlet again. She lifted her head proudly. "I was trying Aunt Annice's part in her new play," she answered. "I have not been doing anything wrong, Grandfather." "Wrong! It's your mother's blood coming out in you, girl, in spite of all our care! Where did you get that play?" "Aunt Annice sent it to me," answered Joscelyn, casting a quick glance at the book on the table. Then, when her grandfather picked it up gingerly, as if he feared contamination, she added quickly, "Oh, give it to me, please, Grandfather. Don't take it away." "I am going to burn it," said Cyrus Morgan sternly. "Oh, don't, Grandfather," cried Joscelyn, with a sob in her voice. "Don't burn it, please. I ... I ... won't practise out of it any more. I'm sorry I've displeased you. Please give me my book." "No," was the stern reply. "Go to your room, girl, and take off that rig. There is to be no more play-acting in my house, remember that." He flung the book into the fire that was burning in the grate. For the first time in her life Joscelyn flamed out into passionate defiance. "You are cruel and unjust, Grandfather. I have done no wrong ... it is not doing wrong to develop the one gift I have. It's the only thing I can do ... and I am going to do it. My mother was an actress and a good woman. So is Aunt Annice. So I mean to be." "Oh, Josie, Josie," said her grandmother in a scared voice. Her grandfather only repeated sternly, "Go, take that rig off, girl, and let us hear no more of this." Joscelyn went but she left consternation behind her. Cyrus and Deborah could not have been more shocked if they had discovered the girl robbing her grandfather's desk. They talked the matter over bitterly at the kitchen hearth that night. "We haven't been strict enough with the girl, Mother," said Cyrus angrily. "We'll have to be stricter if we don't want to have her disgracing us. Did you hear how she defied me? 'So I mean to be,' she says. Mother, we'll have trouble with that girl yet." "Don't be too harsh with her, Pa ... it'll maybe only drive her to worse," sobbed Deborah. "I ain't going to be harsh. What I do is for her own good, you know that, Mother. Josie is as dear to me as she is to you, but we've got to be stricter with her."