My trunk is all packed, and I'm to go home to-morrow.

_To-morrow!_ This is the way it happened.
Mother wrote Aunt Jane and asked if I might not be allowed to come home for the opening of school in September.

She said she understood quite well that she had no _right_ to ask this, and, of course, if they saw fit, they were entirely within their rights to refuse to allow me to go until the allotted time.

But that she could not help asking it for my sake, on account of the benefit to be derived from being there at the opening of the school year.
Of course, I didn't know Mother was going to write this.

But she knew all about the school here, and how I came out, and everything.