CHAPTER XV

I Emily, just home from an interminable weeks’ visit at Uncle Oliver’s, where a cousin had been getting married, heard at the post-office that Teddy Kent had gone. “Left at an hour’s notice,” Mrs. Crosby told her. “Got a wire asking if he would take the vice-principalship of the College of Art in Montreal and had to go at once to see about it. Isn’t that splendid? Hasn’t he got on? It’s really quite wonderful. Blair Water should be very proud of him, shouldn’t it? Isn’t it a pity his mother is so odd?” Fortunately …