"Oh, no!" Ada replied. "I'll have my own place, though it is only one room."
It was some years ago that Ellie went around with the letter. That time stood out clearly for Ada. The young folks had not started their family early. Then there were two boys, Carl and Alfred. Sometimes Ellie brought the children to her mother's room. But that time she was alone.
Ellie was nervous and fidgety. "Mother, I want to tell you something," she said at last.
"Well, out with it," said Ada, impatiently.
Ellie drew the letter from her pocket. "Now don't flare up, Mother." She tried to laugh.
"Stop fussing and come to the point."
Ellie took the letter from the envelope. "It's another letter from Howard," she said timidly.
"Another!" cried Ada. "Have you heard from him before?"
"Y-y-yes. Please forgive him for leaving home and not writing for so long. H-he wants to take care of you. He wants you to stop working."
"How does he know I'm working?"