And with, alas, another year of school.
As we were going to the country in but a few days, I
aranged to leave my new Possesion, merely learning to drive it
meanwhile, and having my first lesson the next day.
"Dearest," Jane said as we left. "I am thriled to the
depths. The way you do things is wonderfull. You have no fear,
none whatever. With your father's Revenge hanging over you, and
to secrets, you are calm. Perfectly calm."
"I fear I am reckless, Jane," I said, wistfully. "I am not
brave. I am reckless, and also desparate."
"You poor darling!" she said, in a broken voice. "When I
think of all you are suffering, and then see your smile, my
Heart aches for you."
We then went in and had some ice cream soda, which I paid
for, Jane having nothing but a dollar, which she needed for a
manacure. I also bought a key ring for Tom, feeling that he
should have somthing of mine, a token, in exchange for the Frat
pin.
I shall pass over lightly the following week, during which
the Familey was packing for the country and all the servants
were in a bad humer. In the mornings I took lessons driving the
car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we
have on the phonograph;
_From the Dessert I come to thee_,
_On my Arab shod with fire_.
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