She liked it, and she thought it was very, very kind of Father to be willing to give me up almost three whole months of his six, so I could go to school here.

And she said so.

She said once to Aunt Hattie that she was almost tempted to write and thank him.

But Aunt Hattie said, "Pooh," and it was no more than he ought to do, and that _she_ wouldn't be seen writing to a man who so carefully avoided writing to _her_.

So Mother didn't do it, I guess.
But I wrote.