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Updated: June 9, 2025
He stared at the lilies till the whole front of the church seemed filled with them. He looked up at the chandelier and began to count the prisms, and watch for the times that the breeze swept across them and set them to tinkling. Then, the next thing that he knew he was waking from a long doze on Barby's shoulder.
Georgina had kept careful count, although she had not betrayed her interest except in the wistful way she watched Barby when the postman came. It made her throat ache to see that little shadow of disappointment creep into Barby's lovely gray eyes and then see her turn away with her lips pressed together tight for a moment before she began to hum or speak brightly about something else.
"Come on. Let's go down." "Go ahead. I'll be right with you." Rick finished taping on a spray of evergreen, then he carefully put the present out of sight under his workbench. Barby's lively curiosity was subdued at Christmas time, but it was better not to take chances. He surveyed the bench to see if he had left anything out.
"Fleda," said Barby putting her head in, "I wish you'd just step out here and tell me which cheese you'd like to have cut." "What a fool!" said Marion. "Let her cut them all if she likes." "She is no fool," said Fleda. She thought Barby's punctiliousness however a little ill-timed, as she rose from her sofa and went into the kitchen.
Well, it would be like that in a way, she thought, to have her father's arms folded around her, to come at last into the strange, sweet intimacy she had longed for ever since she first saw Peggy Burrell and the Captain. And it was reaching another long-desired port to have Barby's happiness so complete.
"Georgina," she said presently, "I understand now, what is the matter. You're wondering the same thing about your father that these busybodies are. It's my fault though. I took it for granted that you understood about his long absence. I never dreamed that it was hurting you in any way." Georgina hid her face in Barby's lap, her silence proof enough that her mother had guessed aright.
It dropped short of the earlier throw, but the effect was enough to make Barby's blue eyes open wide. "Where did you get it?" she asked excitedly. "Made it. Steve Ames showed me how, and how to throw." The Spindrift Scientific Foundation, located on Spindrift Island off the New Jersey coast, had been called upon several times to assist the United States Government.
No wonder Uncle Darcy looked proud in the picture. But Georgina never would have known it was Uncle Darcy if she hadn't been told. He had changed, too. The picture make Georgina think of one of Barby's songs, and presently when Aunt Elspeth was tired of talking she sang it to her: "Hand in hand when our life was May. Hand in hand when our hair is gray.
It was all done and done well, though with what secret flagging of mind and body nobody knew or suspected. The business of the day was arranged, Barby's course made clear, Hugh visited and smiled upon; and then Fleda set herself down in the breakfast-room to wear out the rest of the day in patient suffering.
Fleda's tears came hot again as she went up the walk; she held her head down to hide them, and went round the back way. "Now the melancholy god protect thee: and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal." "Well, what did you come home for?" was Barby's salutation; "here's company been waiting for you till they're tired, and I am sure I be."
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