"Bread for your family! I thought you and mamma had"--and then she stopped, checking her natural interest regarding their future life, as she saw the gathering gloom on her father's brow. But he, with his quick intuitive sympathy, read in her face, as in a mirror, the reflections of his own moody depression, and turned it off with an effort.

'Bread for your family! I thought you and mamma had-' She stopped as she saw the gathering gloom on her father's brow. But he turned it off with an effort.
