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Dora, more staid as became her years, was trying to act the matron with them in vain, and old nursie had enough to do with Miss Connie's baby to heed what the young gentlemen were about, so long as explosions of noise was all the mischief.
Wynnie shuddered as her mother said this; but I waited no longer, for when Ethelwyn spoke everyone felt her authority. I obeyed her, and then went to Connie's room. "Do you mind being left alone a little while?" I asked her. "No, papa; only are they all drowned?" she said with a shudder. "I hope not, my dear; but be sure of the mercy of God, whatever you fear.
I questioned the past no more; the present seized upon me, and I knew that the past was true, and that nature was more lovely, more awful in her loveliness than I could grasp. It was a lonely place: I fell on my knees, and worshipped the God that made the glory and my soul." While I spoke Connie's tears had been flowing quietly.
Even the occasional windy or cloudy days, when the Harmer Six was left wickedly wasting in the garage, had their attractions. How the girls did talk! Sometimes, when they had finished the dishes, Carol, intent on Connie's story, stood patiently rubbing the dish pan a hundred, a thousand times, until David would call pleadingly, "Girls, come out here and talk."
In the evening we met in Connie's room, as usual, to have our talk. And this is what came out of it. The window was open. The sun was in the west. We sat a little aside out of the course of his radiance, and let him look full into the room. Only Wynnie sat back in a dark corner, as if she would get out of his way.
Nora pointed to the toilet-table and the bed. Connie's expression showed an answering astonishment. "I have had them all my life," she said stiffly. "We always took our own linen to hotels, and made our rooms nice." "I should think you'd be afraid of their being stolen!" Nora took up one of the costly brushes, and examined it in wonder. "Why should I be? They're nothing.
I have to be, to keep in hailing distance of you. You usually do about three things at once." "It's been a good year, Carol. You've enjoyed it, spite of everything, haven't you?" "It's been the most wonderful year one could dream of. Even Connie's literary imagination could not conjure up a sweeter one."
I did not wake my wife; but I got up, put on my dressing-gown, and went softly to Connie's room, to see whether she was awake; for I feared, if she were, she would be frightened. Wynnie always slept in a little bed in the same room. I opened the door very gently, and peeped in. The fire was burning, for Wynnie was an admirable stoker, and could generally keep the fire in all night.
When I returned from giving Agnes over to her parents, I made haste to change my clothes, and put on my warm dressing-gown. I may as well mention at once, that not one of us was the worse for our ducking. I then went up to Connie's room. "Here I am, you see, Connie, quite safe." "I've been lying listening to every blast of wind since you went out, papa. But all I could do was to trust in God."
While she watched him she remembered that there were worn places on the coat he wore, and with one of the curious eccentricities of sentiment, this trivial detail served to surround him with a peculiar pathos. At one o'clock, when Adams left his office to go home to luncheon a custom which he had not allowed himself to neglect since Connie's illness he found Mr.
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