You know you feel worse when you've just found a father and then lost him! And I had lost him.

I knew it the minute he sighed and frowned and got up from his seat and said, oh, yes, to be sure.

He was just Dr.
Anderson then--the man who knew all about the stars, and who had been unmarried to Mother, and who called me "Mary" in an of-course-you're-my-daughter tone of voice.
Well, he took my books and heard my lessons, and told me what I was to study next day.

He's done that two days now.
Oh, I'm so tired of being Mary! And I've got more than four whole months of it left.

I didn't get Mother's letter to-day.