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"
Spring
fever
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
s
the
first
sign
.
When
I
was
a
growing
girl
,
I
slept
so
much
my
mother
sent
for
Doctor
Grady
.
She
thought
I
had
sleeping
sickness
,
but
I
was
only
growing
in
the
spring
.
"
"
I
had
a
daymare
.
I
wouldn
’
t
wish
a
dream
like
that
on
anyone
.
"
"
It
’
s
all
the
confusion
.
Go
up
and
comb
your
hair
and
wash
your
face
.
You
look
tired
,
dear
.
Are
you
all
right
?
It
’
s
nearly
time
to
go
.
You
slept
two
hours
.
You
must
have
needed
it
.
I
wish
I
knew
what
’
s
on
Mr
.
Baker
’
s
mind
.
"
"
You
will
,
darling
.
And
promise
me
you
will
listen
to
every
word
.
"
"
But
he
might
want
a
word
alone
with
you
.
Businessmen
don
’
t
like
ladies
listening
.
"
"
Well
,
he
can
’
t
have
it
that
way
.
I
want
you
there
.
"
"
You
know
I
have
no
experience
in
business
.
"
"
I
know
—
but
it
’
s
your
money
he
’
ll
be
talking
about
.
"
You
can
’
t
know
people
like
the
Bakers
unless
you
are
born
knowing
them
.
Acquaintance
,
even
friendship
,
is
a
different
matter
.
I
know
them
because
Hawleys
and
Bakers
were
alike
in
blood
,
place
of
origin
,
experience
,
and
past
fortune
.
This
makes
for
a
kind
of
nucleus
walled
and
moated
against
outsiders
.
When
my
father
lost
our
money
,
I
was
not
edged
completely
out
.
I
am
still
acceptable
as
a
Hawley
to
Bakers
for
perhaps
my
lifetime
because
they
feel
related
to
me
.
But
I
am
a
poor
relation
.
Gentry
without
money
gradually
cease
to
be
gentry
.
Without
money
,
Allen
,
my
son
,
will
not
know
Bakers
and
his
son
will
be
an
outsider
,
no
matter
what
his
name
and
antecedents
.
We
have
become
ranchers
without
land
,
commanders
without
troops
,
horsemen
on
foot
.
We
can
’
t
survive
.
Perhaps
that
is
one
reason
why
the
change
was
taking
place
in
me
.
