This announcement seemed to him to be fateful.
“Rhoda!” shouted Melsie in a quarrelsome voice. “You told me Edward was going to China.”
“So he is,” replied Rhoda with cold determination. She was very tired of Edward. He was a heavy friend, poor man.
“He says he’s not going now.”
“Aw, shucks.”
“Rhoda, read the poetry now,” called Emily. “I’m longing to hear everybody admire mine.”
“In the darkness of my room
I sit alone.
I am hungry;
I am thirsty;