"She's fortunate," returned Olwen. "She'll never want for ten shillings a week which it will fetch. You are kind indeed." "Don't neglect them for me," Lisbeth urged. "I'll be quite happy if you drop in occasionally." "Are you not my sister?" Olwen cried. "I'm having a bed for you in our front sitting-room. You won't be lonely." Winter, spring, and summer passed, and the murmurs of Jennie and Charlie against Lisbeth were grown into a horrid clamor. "Hush, she'll hear you," Olwen always implored. "It won't be for much longer. The doctor says she may go any minute." "Or last ages," said Charlie. "Jennie will have the house and the money," Olwen pleaded. "And the money hasn't been touched. Same as you gave it to her. She showed it to me under the mattress. Not every one have two houses." "By then you will have bought it over and over again," said Charlie. "Doesn't give Jennie and me much chance of saving, does it?" "And she can't eat this and can't eat that," Jennie screamed. "She won't, she means." Weekly was Olwen harassed with new disputes, and she rued that she had said: "I'll have a bed for you in our front sitting-room"; and as it falls out in family quarrels, she sided with her daughter and her daughter's husband. So the love of the sisters became forced and strained, each speaking and answering with an ill-favored mouth; it was no longer entire and nothing that was professed united it together. "I must make my will now," Lisbeth hinted darkly. "Perhaps Charlie will oblige you," replied Olwen. "Charlie! You make me smile. Why, he can't keep a wife." "I thought you had settled all that," Olwen faltered. "Did you? Anyway, I'll have it in black and white. The minister will do it." After the minister was gone away, Lisbeth said: "I couldn't very well approach him. He's worried about money for the new vestry. Why didn't you tell me about the new vestry? It was in the magazine." Olwen mused and from her musings came this: "It'll be a pity to spoil it now. For Jennie's sake." She got very soft pillows and clean bed-clothes for Lisbeth and she placed toothsome dishes before Lisbeth; and it was Lisbeth's way to probe with a fork all the dishes that Olwen had made and to say "It's badly burnt," or "You didn't give much for this," or "Of course you were never taught to cook."