At least she would die in the familiar home.
Richard had supper with his sister on his return from Commonwealth Hall, and their plans were discussed in further detail.
'I want you,' he said, 'to go to the Square with mother to-morrow, and to stay there till Wednesday.

You won't mind doing that ?' 'I think she'd do every bit as well without me,' said Alice.
'Never mind; I should like you to go.

I'll take 'Arry down to-morrow morning, then I'll come and fetch you on Wednesday.

You'll just see that everything's comfortable in the house, and buy her a few presents, the kind of things she'd like.' 'I don't suppose she'll take anything.' 'Try, at all events.

And don't mind her talk; it does no harm.' In the morning came the letter from Daniel Dabbs.