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Updated: June 16, 2025
Thanks to Ernestine's "Carter Blanch," she had made a comfortable, homelike interior out of the little old house, in which she installed her own furniture and almost nothing of Ernestine's. Sam Reddon helped her make the alterations and decorate afresh "number 236," as the new home came to be known among Milly's friends.
A year's hardship as governess in the family of Congressman Ritchey and subsequent disillusionment as a country school-teacher brought her to her senses and she realised that she cared for Tom Reddon after all. She and Miss Gray together prepared the letter which told Reddon where she could be found, and that eager young gentleman did the rest.
At the beginning of the new term the Chief announced that in the upper school one hour every day would be devoted to the study of either French, maths or Latin. Each boy would choose his subject. Mr Reddon would superintend the maths, Mr Trundle the French; for Latin each boy would go to his own form master.
This came about some three years ago, while I was in school. I had known Tom Reddon in Chicago. He won my love. I cannot deny it, although I despise him to-day more deeply than I ever expect to hate again. He was even more despicable than my stepfather. Without the faintest touch of pity, he set about to obliterate every chance Rosalie could have had for restitution.
Milly had heard that the "Latin Quarter" was dirty, and not "nice." None of her Chicago friends ever stayed there. "You'll come and call on us, won't you?" the young man said with pleasant mockery. "Nobody will know, but we won't lay it up against you if you don't." Milly thought he was "fresh" and tried to snub him, but her manner only provoked Reddon the more.
The only one of all Milly's friends beside the novelist who came promptly to the rescue at this crisis was Marion Reddon, the one Milly had seen least of since she had been thoroughly launched in New York. Marion with her puritan directness went to the point at once. "What you want is a place to stay in while you look around. You and Virginia come to us.
"Rosalie, I am going to write to you," said he suddenly; "you will answer?" "Yes," she told him simply. His heart quickened, but faltered, and was lost. "I had a long letter from Elsie Banks to-day," she went on with an indifference that chilled. "Oh," he said; "she is your friend who was or is to marry Tom Reddon, I believe. I knew him at Harvard. Tell me, are they married?" "No.
Reddon firmly and significantly announced his determination to sit near the teacher "to preserve order," and not enter the contest of words. Possibly it was the presence of the strangers that rattled and unnerved the famed spellers of both sides, for it was not long until the lines had dwindled to almost nothing.
"Are you living here, too in New York?" "Yes, since the autumn." "Has Sam given up his teaching?" "I made him resign." They drew to one side where they could hear each other's voices. The sight of Marion Reddon brought back happy days, at least they seemed to be happy now, by comparison. Marion continued: "The teaching was too easy for him besides he didn't like it.
During the turmoil incident to the dispersing of the gathered hosts Miss Banks made her way to 'Rast Little's side and informed him that the Farnsworths were to take her to Mrs. Holabird's in their big sleigh. 'Rast was floored. When he started to remonstrate, claiming to be her "company," big Tom Reddon interposed and drew Miss Banks away from her lover's wrath.
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