“It is a great relief to us all to know that you have made such a favorable impression,” Mr. Bobbins’ letter read.  “After all, it was somewhat of an experiment, and I confess that I was rather sceptical of the result, knowing the Dean as I do.  Try to adapt yourself as much as possible to the home conditions there, Kit.  You know, we have always lived somewhat of an easy-going life so far as discipline and set routine go, and consequently you girls have been brought up in a happy-go-lucky fashion.  Do you remember what Emerson had inscribed over his study door?  ‘Whim.’  The old Concord philosopher and Thoreau have been close pals of mine, and I fear that I adopted at an early age the same motto.  Be considerate of all the Dean’s notions, and make yourself as useful and lovable as you can while you are with them, dear.

“The rebuilding of the house is going along splendidly, and we hope to have our Christmas there.  I have followed the old plan, but with some improvements, I think, putting in a good furnace, and enlarging the dining-room and kitchen.  The veranda also will extend around three sides of the house instead of two, and we are building the supports of field stone.  There will be an outdoor fireplace on the west side also, and I know you will enjoy this.”

Enjoy it?  Kit stared ahead of her at the shady lawn.  Miss Daphne was bending over nasturtium beds gathering the black seeds, but instead, Kit saw in a vision ahead a great hickory fire burning in the outdoor veranda fireplace with the mystery of the night crooning low over the sleeping hills.  Her mother’s letter came next.  Kit read it with delight.  She could tell just exactly the mood the mother bird was in when she wrote, just how her conscience pricked her for having been a party to Kit’s plan.

“Of course, while the Dean’s letter was very nice, still I am sure he felt ‘put upon,’ as Cousin Roxy would say.  I am ever so sorry that we did not write sooner, and tell them that you were coming.  It rests with you now, Kit, to make yourself so adaptable that they will forget all about the boy they wanted.  I have no objection to your staying for the winter term at Hope College.  Between ourselves, dear, our plans are a little unsettled here.  Father is certain that the house will be ready for us this winter, but you know we have kept from him any worry about financial matters, and I am afraid he figures on a wider latitude in expense than we can afford.  At the little farm here, and with you and Jean both away we could manage very well.  In order to rebuild at all, we had to part with some securities which I had always hoped to save for you girls.  It will be sad, won’t it, if the royal princesses have to be launched without wedding chests and dowries?

“Make all the friends that you possibly can among your college mates.  You won’t realize it now, but so many of these friendships become precious lifelong ones.  Billie is leaving this week for school.  You remember Mr. Howard, who came to look after our trees?  He has been staying up at the Judge’s, and took a great interest in Billie.  Instead of going back to Blackwood Hall, Billie is going on to a school in Virginia, not far from Washington, that Mr. Howard suggested sending him to.  He is a great believer in the value of environment that is associated with historic traditions.”