Jan. 16.
Dear Mr. Lidderdale,
I accept full responsibility for Mark and for Mark's money. Send
both of them along whenever you like. I'm not going to embark on
another controversy about the "rights" of boys. I've exhausted
every argument on this subject since Mark involved me in his
drastic measures of a month ago. But please let me assure you that
I will do my best for him and that I am convinced he will do his
best for me.
Yours truly,
Stephen Ogilvie.
CHAPTER XIII
WYCH-ON-THE-WOLD
Mark rarely visited his uncle and aunt after he went to live at Meade
Cantorum; and the break was made complete soon afterward when the living
of Wych-on-the-Wold was accepted by Mr. Ogilvie, so complete indeed that
he never saw his relations again. Uncle Henry died five years later;
Aunt Helen went to live at St. Leonard's, where she took up palmistry
and became indispensable to the success of charitable bazaars in East
Sussex.
Wych, a large village on a spur of the Cotswold hills, was actually in
Oxfordshire, although by so bare a margin that all the windows looked
down into Gloucestershire, except those in the Rectory; they looked out
across a flat country of elms and willow-bordered streams to a flashing
spire in Northamptonshire reputed to be fifty miles away.
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