Father Cassidy told me to keep on, cried
Emily. But I dont care a hoot aboutthe Priest things.
Aunt Nancy would not giveher back the picture
Teddy had painted.
The old gulf was singing away down over the
fields.
Tell her that, said Emily coolly, with some of
the Murrayshrewdness coming uppermost in her.
She pushed the cardsaway and took up her
knitting. Then it all came to an end quite suddenly. Theremust have been a
fearful mistake somewhere. It is so terrible I cant write it down even to
you.
But he looked very human andtrusty watching
her with great kindly eyes.
He wiped his forehead with hishandkerchief.
She saw that hewas slight and that one shoulder was a trifle higher than
theother. Then he saw she had got a little knee-hold on the narrow shelf.
Emily, recalled thus abruptly from the field of Bannockburn,
lookedbored.
One, with a long wick, glowedand smouldered
like a sulky little demon. She COULDNT have gone away of her ownaccord and left
her dear little baby.
Im going to frame it and hang ithere in my
parlour.
I would have thought shed haveheard it all
long ago if Blair Water gossip is what it used to be. Yielding to a
suddenimpulse she flung the big aster on the ground and set her foot onit.
Emily didnot know what a cynic was but it sounded interesting. The happiest
countries, like the happiest women, have no history,said Dean. Tell her you do
know it andthat if she does anything to Leo you wont love her any more. I think
I shall be either a great poetess or a distinguishednovelist, said Emily
reflectively.
She COULDNT have gone away of her ownaccord
and left her dear little baby.
Something seemed to hang between her and her
old delights.
Something like pleasure gleamed in her
gulf-blue eyes. You dontthink me handsome but you think me nice. Some day that
picture will be worth something asthe early effort of a famous
artist.
The light on the water began to turn warm
goldand rose.
I like cats but I never keep one, Dean
said.
Thats the second compliment she has paid me,
thought Emily. Dean looked down smiling into her face, so young, so pure,
sosoftly curved.
She COULDNT have gone away of her ownaccord
and left her dear little baby.
And, like all female creatures, you form your
opinions by yourfeelings. One, with a long wick, glowedand smouldered like a
sulky little demon.