Here's this boy of mine, Margaret--if you don't pack up your things as soon as you get this letter, and come straight off to see him, I shall think you're descended from King Herod!"
Margaret did long for a day of Edith's life--her freedom from care, her cheerful home, her sunny skies. If a wish could have transported her, she would have gone off; just for one day. She yearned for the strength which such a change would give--even for a few hours to be in the midst of that bright life, and to feel young again. Not yet twenty! and she had had to bear up against such hard pressure that she felt quite old. That was her first feeling after reading Edith's letter. Then she read it again, and, forgetting herself, was amused at its likeness to Edith's self, and was laughing merrily over it when Mrs. Hale came into the drawing-room, leaning on Dixon's arm. Margaret flew to adjust the pillows. Her mother seemed more than usually feeble.

Pack up your things as soon as you get this letter, and come straight off to see us!'
Margaret did long for a day of Edith's life - her freedom from care, her cheerful home, her sunny skies. If a wish could have transported her, she would have gone off, just for one day. She yearned for the strength which such a change would give - even for a few hours in the midst of that bright life, to feel young again. Not yet twenty! She felt quite old. Then she read Edith's letter again, and, forgetting herself, was laughing merrily over it when Mrs. Hale came into the drawing-room, leaning feebly on Dixon's arm.
