Mother cried when I broke the news to her. Father, although shocked at first, looked at it from the practical side.
"You could die on the way. America is a dangerous place. Who knows what kind of person that Mister Wenger is? He could be an escaped prisoner or maybe he's left another wife and children behind."
"No, he's never been married. I've asked the priest and the schoolteacher. They both remembered him and knew him as a sincere if taciturn man. His entire family died of smallpox. That's why he left."
"Well, I guess a man who can afford more than two hundred Francs worth of tickets plus money for meals and accommodation, not to mention the passport and the solicitors, isn't
badly off." And Father gave me his blessing.
"Write to us, will you," Mother sobbed the day I left, handing me a picnic basket that could have fed an army. Father drove