I am coming up on Tuesday [Mrs. John had written]. We have been thinking
for some time that you and father ought not to be left alone up there on
the farm any longer. Now don't worry about the packing. I shall bring
Marie, and you won't have to lift your finger. John will come Thursday
night, and be there for the auction on Friday. By that time we shall
have picked out what is worth saving, and everything will be ready for
him to take matters in hand. I think he has already written to the
auctioneer, so tell father to give himself no uneasiness on that score.
John says he thinks we can have you back here with us by Friday night,
or Saturday at the latest. You know John's way, so you may be sure there
will be no tiresome delay. Your rooms here will be all ready before I
leave, so that part will be all right.
This may seem a bit sudden to you, but you know we have always told you
that the time was surely coming when you couldn't live alone any longer.
John thinks it has come now; and, as I said before, you know John, so,
after all, you won't be surprised at his going right ahead with things.
We shall do everything possible to make you comfortable, and I am sure
you will be very happy here.
Good-bye, then, until Tuesday.
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