Chapter XXXI. Mr. Demry
The next afternoon, armed with her flowers and fruit, Nance was setting forth for Calvary Alley, when Mrs. Clarke called to her from an upper window. "If you will wait ten minutes, I will take you down in the machine." "But I want the walk," Nance insisted. "I need the exercise." "Nonsense, you are on your feet nearly all the time. I won't be long." Nance made a wry face at an unoffending sparrow and glanced regretfully at the long white road that wound invitingly in and out of the woods until it dropped sharply to the little station in the valley a mile below. She had been looking forward to that walk all morning. She wanted to get away from the hot-house atmosphere of the Clarke establishment, away from Mac's incessant appeals and his mother's increasing dependence. Aside from amusin
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