Chapter 32 No.32

"Do you think," Robert Ferguson wrote Mrs. Richie about the middle of September-"do you think you could come to Mercer for a little while and look after Nannie? The poor child is so unhappy and so incapable of making up her mind about herself that I am uneasy about her."

"Of course I will go," Mrs. Richie told her son.

David had come down to