“No, I have not seen any.”
“Well, have you heard from—from Judy Kean?”
“Yes,” confessed Molly. “I got a letter to-day.”
“Please may I see it?”
“Yes, of course you may.”
But Molly felt a great reluctance to show Julia Kean’s letter to her brother. She knew very well he was uneasy already about their friend and was certain this letter would only heighten his concern. Kent was looking brown and sturdy; he seemed to her to have grown even taller than the six feet one he already measured when he went abroad. His boyish countenance had taken on more purpose and his jaw had an added squareness. His deep set grey eyes had a slight cloud in them that Molly and her mother hated to see.
“It is Judy, of course,” they said to themselves.
“I landed my job in New York,” he said, as he opened the little blue envelope.
“Splendid!” exclaimed Molly.
Mrs. Brown tried to say splendid, too, but the thought came to her: “Another one going away from home!” and she could only put her arm around her boy’s neck and press a kiss on his brown head.