CHAPTER XXI

I Teddy and Ilse were coming home for a brief ten days in July. How was it, wondered Emily, that they always came together? That couldn’t be just coincidence. She dreaded the visit and wished it were over. It would be good to see Ilse again—somehow she could never feel a stranger with Ilse. No matter how long she was away, the moment she came back you found the old Ilse. But she did not want to see Teddy. Teddy who had forgotten her. Who had never written since he went away last. Teddy who was already famous, as a …