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"If he could hear you, he would be charmed with the outlook," muttered the young woman, shrugging her shoulders. "Sara, do you comprehend the situation altogether? The Pollard type of submarine boat is now the most formidable and dangerous in the world and only the United States Government can buy boats from the makers!
So, out of evil, had come good; out of black darkness had been born the exquisite clear shining of the dawn. Sara laid down her pen and very soberly re-read the letter she had just written. It was to Tim Durward, telling him the engagement between them must be at an end, and its accomplishment had been a matter of sore embarrassment and mental struggle.
The Teacup, having again to put her mind on the task of keeping up with them, regained her composure at least as much of it as she had ever had since her Saucer was broken. Once inside the little arch, the Gunki stopped and relaxed their hold on Sara's arm. "Now you can cry, Miss," they said, with evident relief. "But I don't want to, now," said Sara, wonderingly.
She covered her face with her hands, and swayed as if about to fall. Sara came quickly to her side. Putting an arm about the quivering shoulders, she led the girl to the broad window seat and threw open the blinds. "Don't speak of it, dearest, don't think of THAT. Sit here quietly in the air and pull yourself together. Let me talk to you.
Morton was very quiet all the evening, but just before he mounted the steep steps to his chamber in the loft he came to her side. "Sara," he said. She looked up sweetly. "I've decided." "Yes, Morton?" "I'm going to stay at home." "My dear, good brother!"
But," she added, doubtfully, "I wish you would tell me one thing, Sara not that I am proud, or vain; but still I should like to know. Why did you and Jane Ormond say just now that nobody would ever love me?" "Don't talk so, my little pet," said Sara, looking pained and puzzled. Yet, instinctively, her eye glanced to the mirror, where their two reflections stood. So did Olive's.
"A little boy once gave me a sixpence for charity," said Sara, with a short little laugh in spite of herself. "Here it is." And she pulled out the thin ribbon from her neck. "He wouldn't have given me his Christmas sixpence if I hadn't looked as if I needed it." Somehow the sight of the dear little sixpence was good for both of them.
My conscience smote me. I had no train, no cooking stove, no woolly rabbit in my box. But then neither was there a Hugh, Betty, and Sara. At Hames should I have sat in the drawing-room? Never! Of course I know what some people will say: that it is my fault; if I had treated the children as I treated Betty, Hugh, and Sara, it would have made all the difference; but it wouldn't, really.
"I'll get along. Don't you worry about me." Always these talks ended on a note of exasperation for Aunt Harriet. For Sara Lee's statement that she could manage would draw forth a plaintive burst from the older woman. "If only you'd marry Harvey," she would say. "I don't know what's come over you. You used to like him well enough." "I still like him."
Two remained at Natchez, one at Bayou Sara, in Louisiana, and the fourth went to New Orleans. All became distinguished: three as lawyers, who honored the Bench in their respective localities, and the fourth as a merchant and planter accumulated an immense fortune. The planters almost universally resided upon their plantations, and their habits were rural and temperate.
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