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As
she
stepped
down
from
the
train
at
the
drab
and
aged
chalet
which
did
service
for
a
station
,
she
observed
her
father
in
the
same
old
winter
overcoat
he
had
worn
for
a
dozen
years
,
waiting
for
her
with
the
old
family
conveyance
,
a
decrepit
but
still
whole
buggy
and
a
horse
as
bony
and
weary
as
himself
.
He
had
,
as
she
had
always
thought
,
the
look
of
a
tired
and
defeated
man
.
His
face
brightened
when
he
saw
Roberta
,
for
she
had
always
been
his
favorite
child
,
and
he
chatted
quite
cheerfully
as
she
climbed
in
alongside
of
him
and
they
turned
around
and
started
toward
the
road
that
led
to
the
farmhouse
,
a
rough
and
winding
affair
of
dirt
at
a
time
when
excellent
automobile
roads
were
a
commonplace
elsewhere
.
As
they
rode
along
Roberta
found
herself
checking
off
mentally
every
tree
,
curve
,
landmark
with
which
she
had
been
familiar
.
But
with
no
happy
thoughts
.
It
was
all
too
drab
.
The
farm
itself
,
coupled
with
the
chronic
illness
and
inefficiency
of
Titus
and
the
inability
of
the
youngest
boy
Tom
or
her
mother
to
help
much
,
was
as
big
a
burden
as
ever
.
A
mortgage
of
$
2000
that
had
been
placed
on
it
years
before
had
never
been
paid
off
,
the
north
chimney
was
still
impaired
,
the
steps
were
sagging
even
more
than
ever
and
the
walls
and
fences
and
outlying
buildings
were
no
different
--
save
to
be
made
picturesque
now
by
the
snows
of
winter
covering
them
.
Even
the
furniture
remained
the
same
jumble
that
it
had
always
been
.
And
there
were
her
mother
and
younger
sister
and
brother
,
who
knew
nothing
of
her
true
relationship
to
Clyde
--
a
mere
name
his
here
--
and
assuming
that
she
was
wholeheartedly
delighted
to
be
back
with
them
once
more
.
Yet
because
of
what
she
knew
of
her
own
life
and
Clyde
's
uncertain
attitude
toward
her
,
she
was
now
,
if
anything
,
more
depressed
than
before
.
Indeed
,
the
fact
that
despite
her
seeming
recent
success
she
had
really
compromised
herself
in
such
a
way
that
unless
through
marriage
with
Clyde
she
was
able
to
readjust
herself
to
the
moral
level
which
her
parents
understood
and
approved
,
she
,
instead
of
being
the
emissary
of
a
slowly
and
modestly
improving
social
condition
for
all
,
might
be
looked
upon
as
one
who
had
reduced
it
to
a
lower
level
still
--
its
destroyer
--
was
sufficient
to
depress
and
reduce
her
even
more
.
A
very
depressing
and
searing
thought
.
Worse
and
more
painful
still
was
the
thought
in
connection
with
all
this
that
,
by
reason
of
the
illusions
which
from
the
first
had
dominated
her
in
connection
with
Clyde
,
she
had
not
been
able
to
make
a
confidant
of
her
mother
or
any
one
else
in
regard
to
him
.
For
she
was
dubious
as
to
whether
her
mother
would
not
consider
that
her
aspirations
were
a
bit
high
.
And
she
might
ask
questions
in
regard
to
him
and
herself
which
might
prove
embarrassing
.
At
the
same
time
,
unless
she
had
some
confidant
in
whom
she
could
truly
trust
,
all
her
troublesome
doubts
in
regard
to
herself
and
Clyde
must
remain
a
secret
.
After
talking
for
a
few
moments
with
Tom
and
Emily
,
she
went
into
the
kitchen
where
her
mother
was
busy
with
various
Christmas
preparations
.
Her
thought
was
to
pave
the
way
with
some
observations
of
her
own
in
regard
to
the
farm
here
and
her
life
at
Lycurgus
,
but
as
she
entered
,
her
mother
looked
up
to
say
:
"
How
does
it
feel
,
Bob
,
to
come
back
to
the
country
?
I
suppose
it
all
looks
rather
poor
compared
to
Lycurgus
,
"
she
added
a
little
wistfully
.
Roberta
could
tell
from
the
tone
of
her
mother
's
voice
and
the
rather
admiring
look
she
cast
upon
her
that
she
was
thinking
of
her
as
one
who
had
vastly
improved
her
state
.
At
once
she
went
over
to
her
and
,
putting
her
arms
about
her
affectionately
,
exclaimed
:
"
Oh
,
Mamma
,
wherever
you
are
is
just
the
nicest
place
.
Do
n't
you
know
that
?
"
For
answer
her
mother
merely
looked
at
her
with
affectionate
and
well-wishing
eyes
and
patted
her
on
the
back
.
"
Well
,
Bobbie
,
"
she
added
,
quietly
,
"
you
know
how
you
are
about
me
.
"
