Don’s letters were brief, constrained; Judith’s letter to her “new, dear Cousin Florence” had met with no response—that Judith knew.
XXX. A TALK AND WHAT CAME OF IT.
“There is nothing which faith does not overcome; nothing
which it will not accept.”
—Bishop Huntington.
“Roger,” began Judith, doubtfully.
“Begin again, I don’t like that tone.”
“I was afraid you were thinking—”
“I should be sorry not to be.”