"It is too wonderful," she wrote; "I was the most miserable girl in all the world when I got your telegram.  I scarcely knew what I was doing, and then Mrs. Clavering took me into her oak parlor and told me still further bad news.  That I--oh, father dear, oh, father--that I was to go and live with Helen Dartmoor.  How could you think of it, father? But there, she said it had to be, and I felt nearly wild.  You don't know what I was suffering, although I tried so very hard to be brave. I am suffering still, but not quite so badly, for what do you think happened in the evening.