I flew upstairs to the schoolroom, and throwing myself down on the old
sofa I just had a good cry. It seems as if I were an awful cry-baby
those days; but how could a person help it, with such dreadful things
happening?
Well, I hadn't been there very long when in came Nora and opened
the windows to let in the lovely afternoon light, and of course
then I got up.
I guess I must have been a forlorn-looking object, for Nora smoothed my
hair back off my forehead and kissed me,--she doesn't often do those
things. "I'm going to write to Nannie," she said, laying some note-paper
on the schoolroom table. "It is the first minute I've had in which to do
it; perhaps,"--slowly,--"if she had been here, all this trouble might
not have happened. Why don't you send Betty a few lines, Jack? You know
she will want to hear of Fee; but don't frighten her about him."
So I thought I would write Betty,--I owed her a letter. After all, she
wasn't having at all a bad time with the Ervengs; in fact, I fancy she
was enjoying herself, though she was careful not to say so.
Nora and I were sitting at the same table, but far apart, and I'd just
called out and asked her if there were two l's in wonderful--I was
writing about Fee--when the schoolroom door opened, and in walked Chad
Whitcombe! As usual, he looked a regular dandy, and he held a bunch of
roses in his hand.
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