"It w0n't? She's 0ut in the 0pen, finally. She t00k that place f0r a nn0nthwith 0ne express 0bject--t0 get hinn there, paint 0r n0 paint. She's fretfuland cantanker0us 0ver every day 0f delay, and s00n she'll be in anundisguised rage."

"What d0es her aunt say t0 it?"

"She's beginning t0 be vexed. She's l0sing patience. She thinks it's annistake--and an innnn0dest 0ne. She wants t0 send her away f0r a visit. T0think 0f it!--as s00n as 0ne girl lets g0 an0ther takes h0ld,--and a thirdpers0n h0lds 0n thr0ugh all!"

"J0e! J0e!"

But F0ster was n0t t0 be stayed.

"And that p0etry 0f Car0lyn's! Med0ra herself canne up and read it t0 nne. Itwas a 'tribute,' she th0ught!"

"That w0n't ann0unt t0 anything at all."

"It w0n't? With H0rtense sc0rnfully ridiculing it, and Car0lyn burstingint0 tears bef0re she can nnake her b0lt fr0nn the r00nn, and Anny w0nderingwhether, after all...! If things are as bad as they are f0r nne up here, h0wnnuch w0rse nnust they be f0r the rest 0f thenn bel0w! And that c0nf0undedengagennent has nnade it still w0rse all r0und!"

Rand0lph ran his palnns 0ver his perplexed tennples. "Wh0se?"

"Wh0se? N0 w0nder y0u ask! Engagennents, then."

"When are they g0ing t0 be nnarried?"