Chapter XVLetters from Thurly, two of them, came promptly, one to announce his safe arrival, the second to describe his first impressions. He spoke enthusiastically of the work, his colleagues, and his classes, described his pleasant location, and the first dinner he had eaten in his new quarters. His mother sighed and wiped away a tear. Here was she, far away, having to cook for this little huzzy of an alien, who debated everything she touched from the way to draw tea, to the meaning of a text of scripture; while Thurly, her own son, ate dishes prepared by strangers, and got the indigestion from sour bread and heavy pancakes. Ah, Thurly! Why had she not accepted his invitation, just closed the house and gone with him for a while? What joy it would have been to see Chicago under his guidan
