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Rh tell her something. I shrank from doing it, for I feared it would make her feel badly.

“Oh, I’ve been expecting to hear it,” she said grimly. “I felt the minute that man came into the house he brought trouble with him. Well, Miss Charlotte, I wish you happiness. I don’t know how the climate of California will agree with me, but I suppose I'l have to put up with it.”

“But, Nancy,” I said, “I can’t expect you to go away out there with me. It’s too much to ask of you.”

“And where else would I be going?” demanded Nancy in genuine astonishment. “How under the canopy could you keep house without me? I’m not going to trust you to the mercies of a yellow Chinee with a pig-tail. Where you go I go, Miss Charlotte, and there’s an end of it.”

I was very glad, for I hated to think of parting with Nancy even to go with Cecil. As for the blank book, I haven’t told my husband about it yet, but I mean to some day. And I’ve subscribed for the Weekly Advocate again.