“Is that the way you are going to express yourself in your B. M. exams? Because if it is, you will win a scholarship surely.”
“If I only could!... Come in!” in answer to a knock at the door.
“Telegraph fer you, Miss Douglas. I hope an’ trus’ ’tain’t no bad news ’bout yo’ maw and paw,” said the housemaid, bringing in a dreaded yellow envelope. “Uncle Oscar, he dreamed ’bout aigs las’ night an’ they was whole an’ entire, an’ all de dream books say dat it is a sho’ sign an’ symbol er trouble. De trouble is in de shell an’ time alone will hatch it out.”
“Well, this is good news, Susan,” laughed Douglas as she quickly scanned the message: “‘Your father and mother slept well and are now enjoying breakfast at Pennsylvania Station. Will see you this evening. George Wright.’”
“Well, Glory be! It can’t be Mr. Carter what the bad luck is layin’ fer. I ’low it is dat lo’ down nigger Jim, Uncle Oscar’s sister’s step-son, what got stuck in de lonesome ribs by a frien’ at meetin’ las’ Sunday with one er these here unsafety razors,” and Susan took herself off to give out in the kitchen that no doubt Jim was going to die, since Mr. Carter was improving.
“Now, Helen, don’t you think Dr. Wright is very thoughtful? You just said you wished we could hear from Father.”
“He does seem to think of lots of things. I couldn’t help admiring him for the way he got the drawing room for them and put them on the train at the downtown station to keep them from having to see so many people. That night train is always full of people we know and they all of them get on at Elba. I bet you he got his telegram in ten words, though. I know he is economical and would die rather than spill over. Let me see it. Humph! Nineteen words. I wonder he didn’t send it collect.”
“Oh, Helen! How can you be so hard on the poor young man? I believe you are just pretending to hate him so. I am glad it is Saturday and no school. I think we had better go see real estate agents the first thing this morning and try to rent our house furnished for the summer. I am pretty sure Dr. Wright would approve of that. And also see about selling the car.”
“Selling the car! Why, Douglas, how on earth will we do without it?”
“Of course we must sell it. Helen Carter, I actually believe you think that if you give up wearing silk stockings for a year we can live on your resolution. Do you realize that the cash we have in bank would just about pay the chauffeur and keep us in gasoline for a month?”