XXIV
"This isn't the last ride together," said Lucy, "but almost. This time we are really going."
We had turned into Lovers' Lane, outward-bound, the ponies walking.
"John will have to be in New York for many days about this Russian contract, and he doesn't want to take the long trip back. So we're all going together."
"I shan't stay here very long after you've gone."
"No, you mustn't."
"We'll have lots of nice parties in New York."
"John says he's going to sell our house here, or rent it, or get rid of it somehow."
"Why?"
"Because he's been so unhappy in it. He says unless his whole mind is made over we'll never come to Aiken again."