CHAPTER VIII

A DAY OFF Nearly three weeks passed before Cynthia found opportunity to answer the letter which day or night was not far from her. Indeed it had seemed out of the question to answer it until a morning when her father drove to a nearby township to attend an auction sale. Although the work of the day was not materially lessened by his absence, the girl experienced an exhilarating sense of leisure and freedom in which all sorts of innovations seemed possible. “You may give the baby his bath this morning, Susan,” she s…