r! Wherever you look you will
see the destruction of prejudice, ignorance, selfishness and pride--you
don't have to go to Russia to find it!

"In a few weeks my baby will be graduated. I cannot picture you grown
up. Perhaps you will never seem so to your Dad. I feel as though
these months that I have spent over here away from you must have made
many changes in my girl--they have cheated me of a great deal of joy in
your development. But I hope that the dignities you have acquired have
not changed the dear, kind, joyous heart of you!

"You tell me you have decided upon a 'career,' but you will not tell me
what--little torment! Is it something in which I can help? If it is
useful and honorable, my child, it will bring you happiness, whatever
it is. I hope it is a hard one, too, the more you have to work the
more satisfaction you will enjoy.

"Now for good news. My work over here is done. As soon as I can get
passage I will sail for home, I can't think of anything else. I
thought I'd spend my unexpected holiday nosing around in the places
where I've always wanted to go--but I can't. I'm too impatient to
enjoy anything. So I shall camp on the doorstep of the G. H. Q. Office
until word of my sailing comes. I suppose you are at the apartment
under Mrs. Finnegan's loving eye. When I return we'll run off to the
seashore or mountains for a few weeks."

"Dear, dear thoughtful Daddy--nice, old, _preachy_ Daddy--with your
sugar-coated sermons in little pellets, all easy to swallow!" cried
Nancy, laughing, then suddenly a sob choked her, another and then
another.

"It's almost _dreadful_ to have Daddy have just me. What if he is
disappointed when he sees me! What if he is--angry--at what I've done!"

For the first time this possibility crossed her mind {134} leaving a
terrible fear. Impulsive Nancy had often displeased her father, but
always the most trivial offence had troubled her deeply. Her father
had such an aversion to the smallest departure from truth! And wasn't
she really acting a lie?

For the next few moments poor Nancy sorely needed the support of Anne's
convincing arguments! Remorse of the most torturing kind swept her.

And she had dared to judge Miss Sabrina's standards of honor and
justice!

"I'll go away," she cried, aloud. "I'll go straight back to Mrs.
Finnegan's where I belong."

But this determination, soothing at it was, brought added problems.
Nancy's brow wrinkled with a dee