She had a letter from Shelley yesterday, and she said there wasn't a reason on earth why father or Laddie should spend money to come to Chicago, she would soon be home, she was counting the hours, and she never wanted to leave again.

In the start she didn't want to go at all, unless she could stay three years, at the very least.

Of course it was that dreadful man, who had made her so beautiful and happy, and then taken away all the joy; how COULD a man do it?
It was the hardest thing to understand.
Next morning mother was feeling fine, the world was lovely, Miss Amelia was gone, May was home to help, so she began housecleaning by washing all the curtains.

She had been in the kitchen to show Candace how.

I had all my work done, and was making friends with a robin brooding in my very own catalpa tree, when Mr.Pryor rode up, tied his horse, and started toward the gate.