Ellen writes that she thinks I'd better start for home so as to get settled before the cold--And it's so cold here that I can't realize that they're still in the middle of peaches at home.
Ellen always spices a great--They're better than preserves; and as for the canned ones, why, peaches and water is what I call them.

Well--my dear--" (Distance lends enchantment, and Clover had become "My dear" again.) "I'm glad I could come out and help you along; and now that you know so many people here, you won't need me so much as you did at first.

I shall tell Mrs.Perkins to write to Mrs.Hall to tell your father how well your brother is looking, and I know he'll be--And here's a little handkerchief for a keepsake." It was a pretty handkerchief, of pale yellow silk with embroidered corners, and Clover kissed the old lady as she thanked her, and they parted good friends.

But their intercourse had led her to make certain firm resolutions.
"I will try to keep my mind clear and my talk clear; to learn what I want and what I have a right to want and what I mean to say, so as not to puzzle and worry people when I grow old, by being vague and helpless and fussy," she reflected.

"I suppose if I don't form the habit now, I sha'n't be able to then, and it would be dreadful to end by being like poor Mrs.
Watson." Altogether, Mrs.Marsh's house had lost its homelike character; and it was not strange that under the circumstances Phil should flag a little.