. The Saturday evening post. world. Same Japan, sameeverywhere. Your country must be changing, she said thought-fully as she bade him good-by. XXIX NEXT morning Anna received a night letter from herAunt Julia in New York, and the message seemed tosettle everything in an aimless sort of way. Mrs. Stannardhad always considered the California venture queer. ToAunt Julia the queer was unforgivable; not to be queer hadbeen the fixed determination of her sixty years. Annahad written to her on the day she sold the farm, and shehad sent a telegram to announce Zudies marriage to SidFootridge. That in i
. The Saturday evening post. world. Same Japan, sameeverywhere. Your country must be changing, she said thought-fully as she bade him good-by. XXIX NEXT morning Anna received a night letter from herAunt Julia in New York, and the message seemed tosettle everything in an aimless sort of way. Mrs. Stannardhad always considered the California venture queer. ToAunt Julia the queer was unforgivable; not to be queer hadbeen the fixed determination of her sixty years. Annahad written to her on the day she sold the farm, and shehad sent a telegram to announce Zudies marriage to SidFootridge. That in itself must have struck the eminentlyconventional Mrs. Stannard as sufficiently queer, for herreply was delayed until the Tuesday which followed Annasvisit to the Natural Energy Fruit and Land Company. The night letter was urgent and of double length; andthough it expressed disapproval at the queerness of Zudie,it melted into affectionate entreaties for Anna to bring thechildren home and put Kipps back in the only school that. It Isnt What I Want, She Answered Without Looking at Him. My Life Hasnt Been Guided by That Aunt Julia thought fit for one of her blood. There wouldbe room for them all in the big house, the message said. Anna read it to the close, and realizing that there wasno house sufficiently large to shelter her and Aunt Juliain comfort, she was about to word an affectionate refusalwhen a second consideration decided her to show the nightletter to Susan Skelley. New Yarks the place, decided Susan. An a badday it was whin ye took th childer to live among thimChinee. Ef ye stay here another week theyll git ye yet,an its truth Im tellin ye. Ive no childer of me own,Mrs. Bly, an ef I had theyd go no further west than ThirdAvenoo, an that but wance a year. Yer Aunt Julias gotsinse in er head, though few wud think ut. Susan Skelley cast the deciding vote for Anna. Life inAunt Julias house would be far from an easy thing. Itwas better than the prune ranch—that was all. To
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