Part 43 (1/2)

”It makes the whole house feel horrid, and father is so grave and sarcastic at meals, and it makes mother ill. You'd much rather be there than here, wouldn't you, Alex?”

Alex thought again of the Superior's welcome, which had never failed her--the Superior who knew nothing of her wicked ingrat.i.tude and undutifulness at home, and repeated miserably:

”Yes, yes, I'd much rather be there than here.”

The answer to the note came much more quickly than they had expected it.

Barbara heard the cab stop in the square outside, and ran down into the hall. She came back in a moment with a small, twisted note.

”What does it say, Alex?”

Alex read the tiny missive, and a great throb of purest relief and comfort went through her.

”I may go at once. She is waiting for me now, this minute, if I like.”

”What did I tell you?” cried Barbara triumphantly.

She looked sharply at her sister, who was unconsciously clasping the little note as though she derived positive consolation from the contact.

She went to the door.

”Holland! is the cab still there?”

”Yes, Miss Barbara.”

”Why don't you go back in it now, Alex?”

”Tonight?”

”Why not? She says she's waiting for you, and it would all be much easier than a lot of good-byes and things, with father and mother.”

”I couldn't go without telling them.”

”I'll tell them.”

Alex felt no strength, only a longing for quiet and for Mother Gertrude.

”Ask if I may,” she said faintly.

Barbara darted out of the room.

When she came back, Alex heard her giving orders to Holland to pack a dressing-bag with things for the night.

Then she hurried into the room again.

”They said yes,” she announced. ”I think they agree with me that it's much the best thing to do it at once. After all, you're only going for a little visit. Mother said I was to give you her love. She's lying down.”

”Shall I go in to her?”

”You'd better not. Father's there too. I've told Holland to pack your bag. We can send the other things tomorrow.”