I did not sleep all of that night, and when the morning dawned I had
made up my mind what to do.
I packed up all my things and then I went out to see Lu Frazer. I told
her I was going to leave Montreal--that I wanted to go to the States--to
Boston, where that artist had told papa I ought to study. I felt sure I
would get work there, and could study besides. I borrowed twenty-five
dollars from Lu, and promised to pay her back thirty-five within three
months.
When I got back to my studio I found this letter from Reggie:
“DARLING:
I know you will forgive your heartbroken Reggie, who was not
himself last night. All shall be as it was between us, and I swear
to you that never again will I say anything to my little girl that
will hurt her feelings.
Your repentant,