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"I want you not to be nonsensical," she replied energetically. How that tiny box burned in his pocket! Should he toss it away, that circlet of gold with Semper fidelis engraved within it? How he used to write on his slate: "Morris Kemlo, Semper fidelis" and she had never once scorned it, but had written her own name with the same motto beneath it.
She was twenty-one this summer, and not many events had stirred her uneventful life since we left her the night of Miss Prudence's marriage. She came home the next day bringing Mrs. Kemlo with her, and the same day she began to take the old household steps.
"I wish we might take Marjorie with us," she said, after a moment; "she would have such an unalloyed good time." "Any one else?" "Mrs. Kemlo." "Is that all?" "There's Deborah." "Prudence, you ought to be satisfied with me. You don't know how to be married." "Suppose I wait twenty years longer and learn." "No, it is like learning to swim; the best way is to plunge at once.
Kemlo received a letter from her elder daughter; she was ill and helpless; she wanted her mother, and the children wanted her. "They need me now," she said to Marjorie, with a quiver of the lip, "and nobody else seems to. When one door is shut another door is opened." And then the question came up, what should Linnet and Marjorie do with their father's home?
"And learn housekeeping from Linnet." "It is not new work to me." "How is Miss Prudence?" "As lovely as ever." "And the little girl?" "Sweet and good and bright." "And Mrs. Kemlo?" "She is happier." "Hasn't she always been happy?" "No; she was like your mother; only hers has lasted so long. I am so sorry for such unhappiness." "So am I. I endured enough of it at one time."
Kemlo was knitting stockings for Morris in her steamer chair. Marjorie was glad of Prue's encircling arms. She hid her face in the child's hair while Hollis passed her and spoke to Miss Prudence. Miss Prudence would be strong. Marjorie did not fear anything for her. It might be cowardly, but she must run away from his mother.
Kemlo sat in his armchair at the fireside; his wife read his Agriculturist; and his daughter read his special devotional books. His wife admitted to herself that Graham lacked force of character. She herself was a pusher. She did not understand his favorite quotation: "He that believeth shall not make haste."
Linnet wanted to go with Miss Prudence and we all wanted her to go; Mr. Holmes wanted to come and we all wanted him to come; and then Mr. Holmes knew about Morris Kemlo, and father wanted a boy to do the chores for winter and Morris wanted to come, because he's been in a drug store and wasn't real strong, and his mother thought farm work and sea air together would be good for him."
Now go upstairs and kiss her, and tell her you are her boy's twin-sister." Before the light tap on her door Mrs. Kemlo heard, and her heart was stirred as she heard it, the pleading, hopeful, trusting strains of "Jesus, lover of my soul." Moving about in her own chamber, with her door open, Marjorie sang it all before she crossed the hall and gave her light tap on Mrs. Kemlo's door.
Rheid, "but boys don't like to stay here. Father says I spoil them." "Our 'boy, Morris Kemlo, don't you think it's a pretty name? It's real funny, but he and I are twins, we were born on the same day, we were both fourteen this summer. He is taller than I am, of course, with light hair, blue eyes, and a perfect gentleman, mother says. He is behind in his studies, but Mr.
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