Synopsis

XI. A BLEEDING HEART One night early in November, when nearly all Rosemont's lights were out and a wet brisk wind was flirting and tearing the yellowed leaves of the oaks, the windows of Mrs. Garnet's room were still bright. She sat by a small fire with Barbara at her knee. It had been election-day and the college was silent with chagrin. "Is pop-a going to get elected, mom-a?" "I don't think he is, my child." "But you hope he is, don't you?" "Listen,"