As I finished reading the letter aloud, I looked at Aggie in dismay.
"That settles it," I said hopelessly. "She had some such idea before,
and now this young idiot--" I stopped and stared across the table at
Aggie. She was sitting rapt, her eyes fixed on the smouldering wicks of
Mr. Wiggins's candles.
"Barefoot through the Elysian fields!" she said.