Family life -- Juvenile fiction; New England -- Juvenile fiction; Women college graduates -- Juvenile fiction
"When father died Sabrina had the care of me. I suppose she tried to
bring me up well; she was very strict and--never seemed to understand!
And when I was quite young I began to dream of getting away from the
Islands. I wanted to go away to school somewhere and learn to do
something--I did not much care what--that would keep me out in the
world. Finally I decided that I wanted to study music and then,
sometime, teach it. It wasn't much to want, was it, dear? But
goodness me, when I went to Sabrina with my plan she was terribly
angry. You might have thought I had suggested something wicked! She
simply _couldn't_ understand! There was enough money for us both to
live on and she said I was selfish and inconsiderate to want to go
away. She talked a great deal about the Leavitt position and being a
lady and learning contentment, and the more she talked the more
restless and discontented I grew! And the more I dreamed of what
waited out in the world beyond these little Islands.
"After a long while, Nancy, I made up my mind to go, anyway! It was
not easy to do, because I'm not very brave, and the trouble we'd had
sort of made me hate to take any step that might make a break between
Sabrina and me. But I had to do it. I simply couldn't seem to face a
life here. That's hard for you to believe, isn't it, dear? But I
_was_ a different creature, then. Well, one night I packed some
clothes and slipped away. I walked to North Hero and caught the train
for Burlington. I was going from there to--to New York."
Breathlessly, Nancy whispered, "What happened then?"
"The train was wrecked outside of Burlington!"
"_Oh_--Aunt Milly!"
"I was terribly hurt. I lay for weeks in a hospital in Burlington and
they didn't know whether I'd live or die! I wish----" she stopped
short. "No, I don't! I'm _glad_ I didn't die. Then they brought me
home--like this!"
"Poor, poor little Aunt Milly!"
"But, listen, child--that isn't half all. It seems that on the same
train was a young man from North Hero whom I had always known--and
liked. But Aunt Sabrina had never approved of him, and long before she
had forbidden his coming here. I did see him sometimes, though--I
loved company and he was entertaining. There had never been more than
a pleasant friendship between us, and I had not dreamed that he was
going to Burlington on that train. He was killed. And when I came
back from the hospital the story was on every tongue that I had been
running away with Charlie Prince!"
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