Let him meet Charles Edward at
once, will you? Tell Charles Edward I particularly want him to know
Goward." His voice sounded sharp and quick, and he turned away and left
me. But I didn't give his message to Charles Edward, and somehow, I
don't know why, I didn't talk about him after I came home. "Dane never
wrote me whether he looked you up," said Charles Edward one day. "Not
very civil of him." But even then I couldn't tell him. Mr. Dane is one
of the people I never can talk about as if they were like everybody
else. Perhaps that is because he is so kind in a sort of intimate,
beautiful way. And when I went back after vacation he had resigned, and
they said he had inherited some money and gone away, and after he went
I never understood the psychology at all. Mr. Goward used to laugh at
me for taking it, only he said I could get honors in anything, my
verbal memory is so good. But I told him, and it is true, that the last
part of the book is very dull. While I was going over all this, still
with that strange excited feeling of happiness, I heard Aunt
Elizabeth's voice from below. She was calling, softly: "Peggy! Peggy!
Are you up there?"
I got on my feet just as quietly as I could, and slipped through
mother's room and down the back stairs. Mother was in the vegetable
garden watering the transplanted lettuce.
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