2/13 She's all right; no occasion to worry about her. When she's ready she'll come or she'll write, and you can't tell which, till it's happened." It turned out to be a letter. It was handed in at that moment, and was received by the mother without trembling hands or feverish eagerness, or any other of the manifestations common in the case of long delayed answers to imperative telegrams. She polished her glasses with tranquility and thoroughness, pleasantly gossiping along, the while, then opened the letter and began to read aloud: KENILWORTH KEEP, REDGAUNTLET HALL, ROWENA-IVANHOE COLLEGE, THURSDAY. They had always turned up their noses at our pretentions, you know; and I had fought back as well as I could by turning up mine at theirs. |