" Perhaps he had never studied rhetoric.
Her lips were curving into a smile; wouldn't it be fun to ask him?
"I am going to London next week. I came home to say good-bye to mother."
"Will you stay long?" was all that occurred to her to remark. Her voice
was quite devoid of interest.
"Where? In London, or at home?"
"Both," she said smiling.
"I must return to New York on Monday; and I shall stay in London only
long enough to attend to business. I shall go to Manchester and to Paris.
My route is not all mapped out for me yet. Do you like school as well as
you expected to?"
"Oh, yes, indeed."
"You expect to finish this year?"
"I suppose I shall leave school."
"And go home?"
"Oh, yes. What else should I do?"
"And learn housekeeping from Linnet."
"It is not new work to me."
"How is Miss Prudence?"
"As lovely as ever."
"And the little girl?"
"Sweet and good and bright."
"And Mrs. Kemlo?"
"She is--happier."
"Hasn't she always been happy?"
"No; she was like your mother; only hers has lasted so long. I am so
sorry for such--unhappiness."
"So am I. I endured enough of it at one time."
"I cannot even think of it. She is going home with me in June. Morris
will be glad to have her with mother."
"When is Mr. Holmes coming here?"
"In June."
"June is to be a month of happenings in your calendar."
"Every month is--in my calendar."
He was bending towards her that she might listen easily, as he did not
wish to raise his voice.
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