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Updated: June 22, 2025
Hildreth heaved a sigh of content as we walked into her mother's flat again. Her mother was still at Eden ... alone ... taking care of Daniel, for whom she had a great love. We had Darrie over the telephone, and soon she was with us, giving us the latest news of the uproar. The papers were at us pro and con, mostly con.
The sun's last huge shoulder of red was hulking like a spy behind a distant, bare knoll ... separate blades of grass stood up in microscopic yet giant distinctness, against its crimson background. Our walk home was a silent, passively happy one that went without incident.... Penton and Darrie were indeed home before us.
We were, the four of us Darrie, Hildreth, Ruth, and I seated together at our outdoor table, scooping out soft-boiled eggs. Hildreth Baxter had boiled my two eggs medium for me ... to the humorous, affected consternation of Darrie and Ruth, which they, of course, deliberately made visible to me, with the implication
With that she reached out one hand to me, with that pretty droop of the left corner of her mouth, that already had begun to fascinate me.... "Help me up ... a hammock's a nice place to be in, but an awkward thing to get out of." I took her hand and helped her rise to a sitting posture. "Ruth's in the little house typing ... Penton and Darrie are a-field taking a walk." I paused where I was. Mrs.
"You needn't look that way, Darrie!" "Please, please, Hildreth!" "You and Penton have taken walks in the moonlight." "Hildreth, dear, I'm not rebuking you ... and you know my walks with Penton are all right, are harmless." "Yes, I know they are ... but you mustn't rebuke me, either."
"Darrie, oh, Dar-rie!" called Baxter ... "a Southern society girl, but a mighty good radical already," he explained to me, sotto voce, as we heard sounds of her approach. Mary Darfield Malcolm came in, in a flimsy dressing gown of yellow, with blue ribbons in it, her hair wet and still done up in a towel.
"I'm I'm not going to the little cottage to-night." "Then I'll say good-night!" "No, come on in and we'll sneak out to the kitchen and find something to eat ... aren't you hungry?" "A little bit. But I'm afraid we might wake Ruth and Darrie up." We tip-toed in. Hildreth searching for the matches, knocked the wash-basin to the floor. We stood hushed like mice.
" time to go to bed ... here it's almost one o'clock." " had no idea it was so late. I have a lot of typing to do to-morrow. Good night, folks!" and Ruth was off to her room upstairs. "Good-night, Hildreth, suppose you're going to sleep down in the little house!" It was Darrie who spoke.
We had with us exactly one hundred dollars, which I had borrowed of Darrie before we parted on our several ways. I registered for Hildreth and myself as "Mr. Arthur Mallory and wife," in the register of an obscure hotel hear the noise and clatter of a hundred trains drawing continually out and in. It made me happy and important to sign her name on the register as something belonging to me.
But, nevertheless, and despite their bravery and the fiasco of the mob's attack, the hearts seemed to have left the bodies of both "my" women. The cold weather that Darrie and the old settlers had predicted was now descending on the countryside.... One morning Hildreth timidly and haltingly proposed returning to her mother's flat in New York....
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