The letters came on the afternoon of the last day of March. Jane was not at St Agatha's. she had had a touch of sore throat the day before and mother thought it was wiser for her to stay home. But her throat was better now and Jane was reasonably happy. It was almost April. if not quite spring yet, at least the hope of spring.
Grandmother and Aunt Gertrude and mother had all gone to Mrs Morrison's bridge and tea, so Mary brought the afternoon mail to Jane who pounced joyfully on three letters for herself. One from Polly. one from Shingle. one. Jane recognized Aunt Irene's copper-plate writing.
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