Mary Roberts Rinehart,
His Letters
(1918)
“ I must stay in the eddy here, making bandages that anyone could make, knitting, sewing and praying that sometime, some way, my chance may come. I have never regretted the care of your grandmother. You must not think that, Frank. But she is very old, and her thoughts are all in the past. Sometimes I feel that she hardly knows I am around. I am just like her armchair by the window. And I know that if that were taken away there are other chairs.... But I mustn't write like this, Frank. You will think I am getting old and hard; old am I, but not hard. ”
