"It's nothing new, aunt Miriam only somehow I felt it particularly this morning I have been kept in the house so long by this snow, I have got dumpish, I suppose "
Aunt Miriam looked anxiously at the tears which seemed to come involuntarily, but she said nothing.
"We are not getting along well at home."
"I supposed that," said Mrs. Plumfield, quietly. "But anything new?"
"Yes uncle Rolf has let the farm only think of it! he has let the farm to that Didenhover."
"Didenhover!"
"For two years."
"Did you tell him what you knew about him?"
"Yes, but it was too late the mischief was done."
Aunt Miriam went on skimming out her cruller with a very grave face.