It will make all the difference in the world to Fay; and, on her account, to me also.
Fay's was not, and neither letter bore any address in Bombay.
FAY was still lying on her long chair in the verandah when Jan got in.
Then Fay sent her to say good night to the children, who were just getting ready for bed.
Do you mean to say, Fay, that he hasn't let you know where he is?
"I defy anybody to quarrel with Fay when she is willing to make it up," her mother said.
You see, Mother was far too strong and wise to spoil me as little Fay is spoilt.
"I like to think of the children at Wren's End," Fay said dreamily.
She no longer wondered that Fay refused to leave the bungalow.
Fay, too, had once been joyfully proud and confident—and now!