"I believe Squdgy was your Dr. Fenninger and my Amos Palmer to her. I hadn't any idea that she really disliked him so much. Funny little entities children are, changing right under your eyes every minute. Sometimes she looks like this and the next day she's this."
Jean's lips quivered. How closely he must observe Puck! It hurt in a way and yet it made her very tender, too.
There was no direct mention of Margaret but in the last division, written the day before, Gregory said that she need not think New York was doing everything. Chicago had an institution, a group rather, whose motto was The Ultimate End.
"So what's the good of fiddling with any little by-products of social uplift or religion? Fascinatingly logical, isn't it? You dive straight at The End. It's the weirdest yet, a lot more simple than garbage or the Divine Mind."
And Jean could see Margaret, slim and blonde and graceful, diving to The Ultimate End.
There was only one sentence more.
"From the way things look now, I believe I can make it before the fifteenth. So 'put your house in order.'"
Jean folded the letter and laid it in the drawer with the others. Then she called Miss Grimes and dictated steadily for two hours.
Ten days later, Jean took down the receiver to hear Gregory's familiar: "Hello! You see I made it."
"So I see. But where are you?"