Aunt Ella started things off by telling me what a disgrace it is for me to work in these pictures.

And Uncle Carl--" She shivered in spite of herself.

"I just can't understand Uncle Carl's going into such a rage.

It was--awful." Lite rode for some distance before he lifted his head or spoke.

Then he looked at Jean, who was staring straight ahead and seeing nothing save what her thoughts pictured.
He did not say a word about her going to Los Angeles.
He was the bottled-up type; the things that hit him hardest he seldom mentioned, so by that rule it might be inferred that her going hit hard.