“At any price?” asked Uncle David, looking first at me and then at her.
“Oh, at any price consistent with honor,” she said.
“The price you pay is a large one,” he said to me. “I doubt if you appreciate how large.”
“It would mean nothing to me if my heart always hung heavily in me,” I said.
“No,” he agreed.
“No,” echoed Aunt Lorena.
They are very tender with me. They deeply regret the conditions of the will, but they have no power to change them. As for me, I do not wish any change made. I want all left as my little grandmother desired. I resent nothing. I have too much for which to be thankful.
Carin, it seems incredible, but in a few days I shall be at Lee. I will wire you when I am coming. Ride up to see Mother McBirney. Let her know everything. Tell everyone I am coming home. Oh, how my heart beats at thought of it! I can write no more. I cannot see my page for these silly tears.
Azalea.