Neither dreamed of disobeying the desires expressed in the two letters.
"Will you finish college?" he asked.
"I don't know. I want to do what dad wished me to do.... I wonder what a course in hospital training is like?"
"Down there at Bayport?"
"Yes.... After all, that is accomplishing something. And I like children, Jim."
"They're defective children down there."
"Poor little lambs! I—I believe I could do some good—accomplish something. But do you know, Jim, it almost frightens me when I remember that you will be away two years——" She began to weep, lying there in her big chair with her black-edged handkerchief pressed against her face.
"I wish I could take you to Europe, Steve," he said huskily.
She dried her eyes leisurely.
"Couldn't you? No, you couldn't, of course. Dad would have said so if it was what he wanted. Well—then I'll finish the term at Vassar. You won't go before Easter?"