Here, with Sandy crouching at her feet, she read the three letters from the girls.
Jean's was full of plans for her coming trip to New York, She was not going to Boston this year, but Aunt Beth had promised her three months at the Art school, and she was to take pupils besides, to help out expenses.
"You know, if the war had ended as we planned, I could have gone to Italy with Carlota and the Countess, but the villa is still used as a hospital, and though I am dying to go, Dad and mother won't hear of it.

Don't I wish I were twenty so I could do some Red Cross work and get over?
It seems so perfectly futile dabbling away at one's own little petty ambitions, with humanity needing one so." That was quite like Jean, Kit thought, glancing over the rest of the letter hurriedly.

Cousin Roxy had given a community social, and Mr.Howard had interested Jean considerably, especially as he told her he was bound for France the first of November.

Jean was always so easily impressed just the first few times she met a person.

It took Kit a long time to really admit a stranger to her circle of selected ones, and she had never quite forgiven Stanley Howard for trespassing in the berry patch, even though it had been in the cause of science.