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218 broke out suddenly, “China has been drummed into my ears It seems like a long way to go to hunt for trouble, don’t it? A man hasn’t got much control over his own life, Claude. If it ain’t poverty or disease that torments him, it’s a name on the map. I could have made out pretty well, if it hadn’t been for China, and some other things If Carrie’d had to teach for her clothes and help pay off my notes, like old man Harrison’s daughters, like enough she’d have stayed at home. There’s always something. I don’t know what to say about showing these letters to Enid.”

“Oh, she will have to know about it, Mr. Royce. If she feels that she ought to go to Carrie, it wouldn’t be right for me to interfere.”

Mr. Royce shook his head. “I don’t know. It don’t seem fair that China should hang over you, too.”

When Claude got home he remarked as he handed Enid the letters, “Your father has been a good deal upset by this. I never saw him look so old as he did today.”

Enid studied their contents, sitting at her orderly little desk, while Claude pretended to read the paper.

“It seems clear that I am the one to go,” she said when she had finished.

“You think it’s necessary for some one to go? I don’t see it.”

“It would look very strange if none of us went,” Enid replied with spirit.

“How, look strange?”

“Why, it would look to her associates as if her family had no feeling.”

“Oh, if that’s all!” Claude smiled perversely and took up