Kate. I don't believe I noticed it particularly. I had something I wanted to ask you—what was it? Oh, I know, Aunt Sarah and Carrie. You know they're"
"Looking for a place to board. I should say I did know!"
"Why don't you take them, Aunt Kate? It would be such company for you. You must be so lonely, all by yourself all day."
"Charlotte, I don't know what it is to be lonely. Each day's so full and so interesting, and I love having time to myself. I only wish I had a lot more, there are so many things I want to do. Of course I'm very, very fond of Aunt Sarah and poor Carrie, but I'd die if I had them right here every minute. Anyway, I'm not alone—there's Joe. Oh no, Charlotte, I couldn't, I couldn't possibly. Here comes the postman. I wonder whether he'll have a letter from that girl. . . . Good morning! . . . It certainly is! Thank you. Good morning. Advertisement—post card for Joe from A. B. Who's A. B.? Whoever it is, wouldn't you think he could find something more interesting in California than an empty band stand? Yes! Here it is! Look, Charlotte! That's from that girl!"
Kate held out Evelyn's letter, as gingerly as if it had been a frog.
"You know sometimes I almost think he's getting over it. He doesn't seem unhappy, and he likes to do things—take me out in the Ford, and go to the movies
