P. S. I have mentioned to your mother that I am thinking of
buying you a small car. _Verbum sap_.
* * * *
The next day my mother took me calling, because if the
Servants were talking it was best to put up a bold front, and
pretend that nothing had happened except a Burglar alarm and no
Burglar. We went to Gray's and Tom's grandmother was there,
_without her cruches_.
During the evening I dressed in a pink frock, with roses,
and listened for a car, because I knew Tom was now allowed to
drive again. I felt very kind and forgiving, because father had
said I was to bring the car to our garage and he would buy
gasoline and so on, although paying no old bills, because I
would have to work out my own Salvation, but buying my revolver
at what I paid for it.
But Tom did not come. This I could not beleive at first,
because such conduct is very young and imature, and to much like
fighting at dancing school because of not keeping step and so
on.
At last, Dear Reader, I heard a machine coming, and I went
to the entrance to our drive, sliding in the shrubery to
surprize him.
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