CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Anna was pacing, waiting with Margaret and Ausable for the boys. She kept going to the window every time she heard a horse clop by.
“It’s not them,” she said.
Ausable was sitting in a nearby armchair reading the Boston Evening Globe newspaper. “Don’t worry, Anna. James will make sure they get home safely.”
“I should have gone with him. He doesn’t know where their classrooms are.”
“Anna, didn’t you say one of the boys in Paul’s class was going to take him to meet the sculling coach after school?” Margaret asked.
“Yes. But they’ve had plenty of time for that,” she said.
Ausable got up and put his arm around Anna. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
“I suppose I’m not used to the big city. And thinking of my boys out there in it concerns me.”
“What can I do to take your
