"Dear Cossy (the letter was written in pencil) I am going to send you this whether you get the prize or whether you don't. If you didn't get it, I guess you need the present worse. It's the nubia I wore on my wedding trip. I sha'n't want it any more. I enclose one dollar and your Pa sends one dollar to get you something with for yourself. With love,
"Ma.
"P. S. My one dollar is egg money, so it's my own it ain't from him I raised them."
Suddenly, as I read, there came over me the first real longing that I had ever had in my life for Katytown, and for home.
One more incident belonged to Savage Prize Oration Day.
Neither Miss Manners nor Miss Spot said anything to me about my oration. But in commencement week Mrs. Carney came in to see me.
"Cosma," she said, "I have a letter here which I must show you."
I read the letter. It said:
"Dear Mrs. Carney:
"After due consideration we deem it advisable to inform you that in our judgment the spirit and attitude of Cosma Wakely are not in conformity with the spirit of our school.
"We have ever striven to maintain here an attitude of sweetness and light, and to exclude everything of a nature disturbing to young ladies of immature mind. Cosma is not only opinionated, but her knowledge and experience are out of harmony with the knowledge and experience of our clientèle. We have regretfully concluded to suggest to you, therefore, that she be entered elsewhere to complete her course.
"Thanking you, my dear Mrs. Carney, we beg to remain,
"Respectfully yours,
"Matilda Manners,
"Emily Spot."