I guess that is all until I send you my address and any other sailing orders that seem necessary to me then.

And, Caroline, I want you and Stevie to feel that I am your anchor to windward, and when you get in a tight place, if you ever do, you can depend on me.

Last night's talk has no bearing on that whatever.
Good-by, then, until my next.
"ELISHA WARREN." Stephen read this screed to the end, then crumpled it in his fist and threw it angrily on the floor.
"The nerve!" he exclaimed.

"He seems to think I'm a sailor on one of his ships, to be ordered around as he sees fit.

I'll go back to college when I'm good and ready--not before." Caroline shook her head.