It changed--oh, yes, it changed a great deal as she read; but I couldn't make out what kind of a change it was at all.
Aunt Jane finished the letter and began to fold it up.

I could see she was waiting for Father to speak; but he never said a word.

He kept right on--eating beans.
Then Aunt Jane cleared her throat and spoke.
"You will not let her go, of course, Charles; but naturally I had to read the letter to you.

I will write to Mrs.Anderson to-night." Father looked up then.
"Yes," he said quietly; "and you may tell her, please, that Mary _will_ go." "Charles!" Aunt Jane said that.

But I--I almost ran around the table and hugged him.