I am quite content in my little rooms. I have made them very
clean; and I have with me a few things of my own--a few, not many."
"But your neighbors, mother, the Sheratons--"
"Oh, certainly, they asked me to live with them. But I was not moved to
do that. You see, I know each rose bush and each apple tree on our old
place. I did not like to leave them.
"Besides, as to the Sheratons, Jack," she began again--"I do not wish to
say one word to hurt thy feelings, but Miss Grace--"
"What about Miss Grace?"
"Mr. Orme, the gentleman who once stopped with us a few days--"
"Oh, Orme! Is he here again? He was all through the West with me--I met
him everywhere there. Now I meet him here!"
"He returned last summer, and for most of his time has been living at
the Sheratons'. He and Colonel Sheraton agree very well. And he and Miss
Grace--I do not like to say these things to thee, my son, but they also
seem to agree."
"Go on," I demanded, bitterly.
"Whether Miss Grace's fancy has changed, I do not know, but thy mother
ought to tell thee this, so that if she should jilt thee, why, then--"
"Yes," said I, slowly, "it would be hard for me to speak the first word
as to a release.
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