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And Mary Darfield Malcolm whom we always called "Darrie" went quickly to her room when we got back, so the others wouldn't notice that she had been crying.... Quite often, in the afternoons, toward dusk, around a dying fire, the whole community had "sings" out in the woods, near the one large stream that abutted the colony, and gathered into itself, all the little brooks....
"Well?" and she smiled wanly, looking at me with fear and a twinkle of amusement, and intrigued interest, all at one and the same time, on her face "I couldn't stand seeing you suffer, Hildreth. I had to come in. And you wouldn't unlock the door ... what has gone wrong?" "It's Darrie! "But you all three started on your hike like such a happy family, and "
Nonchalantly and with an emotion of inner triumph I let him walk homeward with Hildreth, while I paced along with Ruth and Darrie. Let him congratulate her now on her triumph ... that she had had, as Titania, there under the wide heaven of stars, in our outdoor theatre ... in the midst of the Chinese lanterns that swayed in the slight breaths of summer air....
At a nominal sum of fifteen dollars a month; the actress who owned it, sympathising with our fight, had rented it to me for the fall and winter ... if we could stand the bitter cold in a summer cottage.... There Hildreth stayed, seemingly alone, with Darrie, who had come down to chaperon her.
As I sat in the library of the big house reading Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, I overheard Darrie telling Ruth in the bathroom that Hildreth would not have insisted on donning her tights, if she had not been proud of her symmetrical legs, and had not wanted to show them off to me.
I put my arm around the girl's waist, and she wept on my shoulder. Finally she straightened up her head, stopping her crying with difficulty. "We're all so funny, aren't we?" "Yes, we're a funny bunch, Darrie ... all so mixed up, the world wouldn't believe it, would they, if we told them?" "And you could never make them understand, even if you did tell them.
With bravado I acted my part of the triangular drama ... but Hildreth carried off her part with an easiness, a femininely delicate boldness, that compelled my utmost admiration ... she even threw suspicious Ruth and Darrie off the scent at times. Who was this little, alien man, Penton Baxter, who also dared claim her possession!...
Darrie!" The women came dragging forward. But with them, too, it was a passing mood. My indignation at the personal outrage of the impending mob incited me as them ... till I think not one of the three of us would have stepped aside from the path of a herd of stampeding elephants.
"I like you, too, Daniel, but don't squeeze me so hard about the neck ... it's choking my wind off." That was a happy month ... that month of fine, fairly warm fall weather that Darrie, Hildreth, Daniel and I spent together in the little cottage back in the woods, secluded from the road. The newspapers had begun to let up on us a little.
Darrie and I in dialogue: She met me on the path, as I was proceeding toward the big house. She carried Carpenter's Love's Coming of Age in her hand. She was dressed daintily. Her brown eyes smiled at me, and a rich dimple broke in her cheek. But Darrie was taller than Hildreth, and I like small women best; perhaps because I am myself so big. "Don't go up to the house, Johnnie."
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