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Hat I am sick of waiting on your good pleasure. I waited, and slaved,
and stood unbearable things for two years. I did it cheerfully. And in
return I don't get a civil word, not a decent explanation, not even
a--caress," she fairly sobbed out the last word. "I can't stand it any
longer. I have tried and tried and tried, and then when I've come to you
for the littlest word of encouragement, you have pecked at me with those
stingy little kisses, and have told me I was young and ought to finish
my education. You put me in uncongenial surroundings, and go off into
the woods camping yourself. You refuse me money enough to live in a
three-dollar boarding-house, and you buy expensive rifles and fishing
tackle for yourself. You can't afford to send me away somewhere for the
summer, but you bring me back gee-gaws you have happened to fancy, worth
a month's board in the country. You haven't a cent when it is a question
of what I want; but you raise money quick enough when your old family is
insulted. Isn't it my family too? And then you blame me because, after
waiting in vain two years for you to do something, I start out to do the
best I can for myself. I'm not of age but you're not my guardian!"
During this long speech Thorpe had stood motionless, growin