She was afraid she would be sorry all the rest of her life that she had missed those experiences of Commencement time.

The exercises were always so beautiful at Warwick Hall.
She could not wholly regret her return, however, when she saw how much Jack depended on her for entertainment.

He was ready to hear all about her escapades at school now, and hours at a time she talked or read to him, choosing with unerring instinct the tales best suited to his mood.
Phil kept them supplied with all the current magazines.

Phil had been so thoughtful about that, and his occasional letters to Jack had made red-letter days on Mary's calendar.

They had been almost as good as visits, they were so charged with his jolly, light-hearted spirit.
But it happened, that the story she intended to read Jack first, _The Jester's Sword_, still lay unopened on her table.