Edward made a gesture of impatience. "Mother" he said bitterly, "I am not in a mood to hear much more to-night. I am sorry that we do not think alike, but, as we never shall, perhaps the less said about it the better."
Mrs. Sherman silently kissed her son, and, with a foreboding heart, withdrew to her own room.
CHAPTER XXVI.
Letter Writing—Daddy's Nocturnal Labors and Early Walk.
here were two letters written by lamp light in the old brown house, the day Edward left so unceremoniously. One was by Little Wolf to her confidential friend, Mrs. Tinknor. A few hasty hopeless lines traced upon the dainty sheet; a long glossy curl folded within and her task was done.