She told me so.
Well, I shall have to tell her to-morrow, of course.
* * * * * _To-morrow_--_which has become to-day._ I wonder if Mother _knew_ what I had come into her little sitting-room this morning to say.

It seems as if she must have known.

And yet--I had wondered how I was going to begin, but, before I knew it, I was right in the middle of it--the subject, I mean.

That's why I thought perhaps that Mother-- But I'm getting as bad as little Mary Marie of the long ago.

I'll try now to tell what did happen.
I was wetting my lips, and swallowing, and wondering how I was going to begin to tell her that I was planning not to go back to Jerry, when all of a sudden I found myself saying something about little Eunice.
And then Mother said: "Yes, my dear; and that's what comforts me most of anything--because you _are_ so devoted to Eunice.