CHAPTER VI “I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND NO BIGGER THAN MY THUMB”
CHAPTER VII. NANCE PACKS HER TRUNK
CHAPTER VIII. A DAMP COAT
CHAPTER IX. PLANS
CHAPTER X. ALL THE OLD GIRLS
CHAPTER XI. AN INTERESTING COUPLE
CHAPTER XII. AN OLD-TIME PARTY
CHAPTER XIII. ADVENTURE
CHAPTER XIV. AS SEEN FROM THE SUMMER-HOUSE
CHAPTER XV. THE PROFESSOR AT A KIMONO PARTY
CHAPTER XVI. WAR RELIEF
CHAPTER XVII. TILL DEATH DOTH US PART
CHAPTER XVIII. THE PUNISHMENT OF MILDRED
CHAPTER XIX. A DEATH
CHAPTER XX. GERMS
CHAPTER XXI. HER FATHER’S OWN DAUGHTER
CHAPTER XXII. THE ARREST
CHAPTER XXIII. THEY ALSO SERVE
CHAPTER XXIV. THE TRENCHES
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The only home Nance Oldham had ever known she had made herself after she left college. Her childhood and girlhood had been spent in boarding houses with her patient father, while her brilliant mother made occasional hurried and preoccupied visits to them. There had been a time when Nance had felt bitterly towards her mother because she was not as other mothers were, but the realization had finally come to her that her mother could no more be as other mothers than other mothers could be as Mrs. Oldham was. She had decided that instead of her mother’s being a mistake, that she, Nance, was the mistake. She should never have been born; but now that she was born she intended to make the best of it. The fact that she had never had a home made a home just that much more precious and desirable in her eyes.
What a lovely home this square old brick house on the campus made! Nance remembered well in her college days that it was not such a very attractive place, rather bleak, in fact. It needed a mistress, the soul of a house; and now in place of the blank uncurtained windows of old days, Molly’s genial hospitality and kindness seemed to look out from every pane of glass. The college girls named Mrs. Edwin Green “The Fairy Godmother of Wellington.” She was called into consultation on every occasion. The President of Wellington wondered if it were not incumbent upon her to offer Molly a salary for her services.
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“Do I?” and the friends went off into peals of laughter just as Mrs. McLean ushered herself into the firelit room.
“The door was open so I came right in,” announced that dear woman. She caught Nance’s hands in a strong grasp and drew the girl towards her. “I am glad to see you, my dear,” she said simply. Her well-remembered Scotch accent fell pleasingly on Nance’s ear.
