And for
days, after he got back to college, the stricken likeness of Fanny
would appear before him unexpectedly, and without a cause that he
could trace in his immediately previous thoughts. Her grief had been
so silent, yet it had so amazed him.
George felt more and more compassion for this ancient antagonist of
his, and he wrote to his mother about her:
I'm afraid poor Aunt Fanny might think now father's gone we won't want
her to live with us any longer and because I always teased her so much
she might think I'd be for turning her out. I don't know where on
earth she'd go or what she could live on if we did do something like
this, and of course we never would do such a thing, but I'm pretty
sure she had something of the kind on her mind. She didn't say
anything, but the way she looked is what makes me think so. Honestly,
to me she looked just scared sick. You tell her there isn't any
danger in the world of my treating her like that. Tell her everything
is to go on just as it always has. Tell her to cheer up!
Chapter XV
Isabel did more for Fanny than telling her to cheer up.
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