She only said she was glad, she was sure, if Father had found an estimable woman to make a home for him, and she hoped they'd be happy.

Then she went on talking about something else.

And she didn't write much more, anyway, about anything.
* * * * * _August_.
Well, of all the topsy-turvy worlds, this is the topsy-turviest, I am sure.

What _do_ they want me to do, and which do they want me to be?
Oh, I wish I was just a plain Susie or Bessie, and not a cross-current and a contradiction, with a father that wants me to be one thing and a mother that wants me to be another! It was bad enough before, when Father wanted me to be Mary, and Mother wanted me to be Marie.

But now-- Well, to begin at the beginning.
It's all over--the love story, I mean, and I know now why it's been so hard for me to remember to be Mary and why everything is different, and all.
_They don't want me to be Mary_.
_They want me to be Marie_.
And now I don't know what to think.