understand when I took this action," she added and
 
 shook her head as if she had just slipped out from
 
 under some terribly heavy load.
 
 "Well I don't understand," I snapped. "I'll never
 
 understand. Never." I hoped that my words fell like
 
 daggers. She pulled her shoulders back and her eyes
 
 widened with fire.
 
 "Exactly what did your father tell you?" "That you left us to think things over and he
 
 received a telegram from you that you had flown to
 
 Mexico to get a divorce."
 
 "And did he tell you why?"
 
 "He said you were very disappointed in him
 
 and you were still young and wanted a chance to be
 
 happy. But why can't you be happy with Daddy?" I
 
 moaned.
 
 "Now Leigh, you've got to try to understand my
 
 point of view. It should be easier for you to
 
 understand now that you are becoming a woman
 
 yourself.
 
 "You don't know, you can't imagine what it's
 
 been like for me these last few years. Whenever your
 
 father takes me on one of his cruises it's been because
 
 he wanted to make an impression . . to use me for his
 
 own advantage. I've felt like a caged bird, encased in a
 
 gilded cage, yes, but nevertheless, imprisoned." Imprisoned? What did she mean? She could
 
 come and go as she wanted, buy whatever she wanted,
 
 do whatever she wanted. We had such a beautiful
 
 home, I couldn't imagine anyone thinking of it as a
 
 prison.
 
 "The other passengers pity me, Leigh. I see it in