“Helena, my dear girl, what’s the matter?” Martin tried to put an arm round her, but she escaped from him and held out a closely typewritten sheet to Amanda. “You must all read this,” she said. “This is what the headmaster says. Read it. Then tell me if I can be blamed for refusing to have the child involved for one single second longer.”
Amanda took the letter, and the others read it over her shoulder. It proved to be a confession from a man who was not used to finding himself at such a loss.
Dear Mrs. Ferris
I have been wondering if I should ask you to visit me so that we could talk about Sam. But on second thought, I postponed tackling the problem until you had him with you once again and could observe for yourselves the new outlook which he has developed so surprisingly.
When Sam f
