Excerpt from Phoebe, Ernest, and Cupid Mrs. Martin sank listlessly into the big chair and gazed about her. The storm outside and the storm inside seemed a mere echo Of the tempest in her own heart. For Mrs. Martin's nerves were all on edge that morning. Just after breakfast, the arrival of Ernest's new trunk had seemed to put an extra, a poignant finish to the long fight which she had waged, single-handed. In brief, the struggle had been with Ernest. And Ernest had won. He was leaving home in a week. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.