People have been driving out to see the little farm and the
curious little house of Dent Meredith's bride elect--a girl called
Pansy Something. It lies near enough to the turnpike to be in full
view--too full view. They say it is like a poultry farm and that
the bride is a kind of American goose girl: it will be a marriage
between geology and the geese. The geese will have the best of it.
"Dearest friend, what shall I tell you of my own life--of my
nights, of the mornings when I wake, of these long, lonesome,
summer afternoons? Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing! I should
rather write to you how, my thoughts go back to the years of our
girlhood together when we were so happy, Isabel, so happy, so
happy! What ideals we formed as to our marriages and our futures!
"KATE.
"P.S.--I meant to tell you that of course I shall do everything in
my power to break up the old friendship between George and Rowan.
Indeed, I have already done it."
VI
This letter brought Isabel home at once through three days of
continuous travel. From the station she had herself driven
straight to Mrs. Osborn's house, and she held the letter in her
hand as she went.
Her visit lasted for some time and it was not pleasant. When Mrs.
Osborn hastened down, surprised at Isabel's return and prepared to
greet her with the old warmth, her greeting was repelled and she
herself recoiled, hurt and disposed to demand an explanation.
"Isabel," she said reproachfully, "is this the way you come back to
me?"
Isabel did not heed but spoke: "As soon as I received this letter,
I determined to come home.
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