CHAPTER XIX.
ONE YEAR AFTER.
“Helen, here’s a letter.”
“Yes. Who is it for?”
“I think it’s for us all. See: ‘the Misses Maybright and Miss Dalrymple.’”
“Well, where’s Flower? We can’t open it till Flower comes down. It must be—yes, it must be about father! You know it was yesterday his eyes were to be operated on.”
“As if I didn’t know it, Nell! I never closed my eyes last night. I felt nearly as bad as that awful day a year ago now. I wish I might tear open this envelope. Where is Flower? Need we wait for her?”
“It would be unkind not to wait! No one feels about father as Flower does.”
“David, please call her this instant!”