But it's all a jumble. So, Fanny Foster, I want you to begin with
Christmas Day and tell me all that's happened in Green Valley while
I've been away."
Never a word of her accident, never so much as a glance of pity at the
wonderful chair. Just the old Nan Ainslee asking the old Fanny Foster
for Green Valley news.
In the scarred soul of Fanny Foster, down under the bitterness and
crumbled pride, something stirred, something that Fanny thought was
dead forever.
Then Nanny spoke again.
"I have come to tell you that I am to be married to John Roger
Churchill Knight. I have told no one but you and Grandma. I have
promised to marry him in June, so I haven't much time to get ready.
I'm hoping, Fanny, that you will come and help out."
At that, of a sudden all the old-time zest for living, the joy of
seeing, hearing and doing, surged to Fanny's very throat and force of
habit brought the words.
"Oh, land alive, Nanny," fairly gurgled the old Fanny, "such a time as
we've had in Green Valley! It was that awful cold spell after
Christmas that began it. Old man Pelley died--of complications--and
everybody thought Mrs. Dudley would sing hymns of praise in public,
they'd fought so about their chickens. But I declare if she didn't cry
about the hardest at the funeral and even blamed herself for
aggravating him.
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