third, that of Miss Wellington, who did not write often; and last Pearl's thick typewritten budget.
_Dear Uncle Anthony_: I know mother is writing her point of view about this, and I want you to know the truth. I was there and mother was not. Miss Exeter could not have helped what happened.
If it was any of our faults it was Dolly's--not only for having that kind of a thug to stay but for being as usual an hour late in getting off, so that Miss Exeter thought they had gone. You can imagine how I felt in seeing a great beast like Williams coming up behind her and grabbing her like that. I let him know what I thought, but I would like to have pasted him one on the jaw. I wish you had been here. Mother is all wrong--a dreadful injustice is being done a very wonderful woman. She is patient, but I don't suppose she will stand much more. I wouldn't if I were her.
Your affectionate nephew,
DURLAND CONWAY
Wood tore open his sister's letter. His thought was, Impossible!"
_Dear Anthony_: I am sorry, after the trouble you took ["A lot you are," he thought] that your priceless pearl will really have to go. It has been an impossible situation from the first, but I have loyally tried to carry it through for your sake--you