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Rh inwardly. And her father's miserliness affected her with growing impatience.

More than once after a Sunday in Ridgefield Reba would fiercely declare to herself after her return, "I won't get like him! I won't!" And the next morning the various war charities about Boston would receive an influx of mysterious one-hundred to five-hundred dollar money-orders, "From a friend." And Reba, safe back again among her precious responsibilities and blessed round of daily duties, would silently say to herself, "Oh, I'm so glad to be here! It would kill me to have to live in the stifling atmosphere of Ridgefield now."