"Father ?" "Of course! Didn't he write and tell you to come home ?" She did not turn to him with the question.

All the while she rode with her face directly forward.
"No," he said; "father hasn't written." She flushed a little.

"I expect I ought to've written sometime, or one of the boys--" "Oh no; that was all right." "You can't think how busy we've all been this year, Bibbs.

I often planned to write--and then, just as I was going to, something would turn up.

And I'm sure it's been just the same way with Jim and Roscoe.