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The short day was drawing to a close, shadows were gathering in the corners of Ditmar's room as she reached the threshold and gazed about her at the objects there so poignantly familiar. She took off her coat.
"Maybe it ain't so hard when you've got some get-up and go," Hannah retorted rather cruelly. It was thus characteristically and with unintentional sharpness she expressed her maternal pride by a reflection not only upon Edward, but Lise also. Janet had grown warm at the mention of Ditmar's name.
Eda would have been thrilled on learning of Ditmar's attentions, would have advocated the adoption of a campaign leading up to matrimony. In matrimony, for Eda, the soul was safe. Eda would have been horrified that Janet should have dallied with any other relationship; God would punish her.
I counted up once, just to tease father he's the seventh generation from Ebenezer Bumpus, who came to Dolton. Well, I proved to him he might have one hundred and twenty-six other ancestors besides Ebenezer and his wife." "That must have jarred him some," was Ditmar's comment. "Great old man, your father. I've talked to him he's a regular historical society all by himself.
Sprole, like many a self-made man, was proud of his farm, though he did not lead a wholly bucolic existence. "I can't, Ches," answered Ditmar. "I've got to go back to Hampton." This statement Mr. Sprole unwisely accepted as a fiction. He took hold of Ditmar's arm. "A lady eh what?" "I've got to go back to Hampton," repeated Ditmar, with a suggestion of truculence that took his friend aback.
Ditmar's laugh was short, defiant. "Why not?" he asked. "Why not! Because the fifty-four hour law goes into effect in January." "What's that got to do with it?" Ditmar demanded. "You'll see you'll remember what I told you fellows at the conference after that bill went through and that damned demagogue of a governor insisted on signing it.
As he whisked himself in and seized Ditmar's hand he gave a confused impression of polite self-effacement as well as of dignity and self-assertion; he had the air of one who expects opposition, and though by no means desiring it, is prepared to deal with it. Janet smiled. She had a sudden impulse to drop the heavy book that lay on the corner of the desk to see if he would jump.
The difference between Ditmar's social and economic standing and their own suggested appalling complications to her mind. "I suppose I won't get a sight of him till after you're married, and not much then." "There's plenty of time to think about that, mother," answered Janet. "I'd want to have everything decent and regular," Hannah insisted.
She remembered it now, and the light in his window glowed again, like a star to guide her back to him. It was drawing her, irresistibly.... The sentry recognized her as she came along the canal. "Mr. Ditmar's gone," he told her. "Gone!" she repeated. "Gone!" "Why, yes, about five minutes after you left he was looking for you he asked the sergeant about you." "And he won't be back?"
"Mebbe it's more." His upper lip was blue, shaven, prehensile. "What did you ask him for, when you know?" said Janet, mirthfully, when they had gone on, and Ditmar was imitating him. Ditmar's reply was to wink at her. Presently they saw another figure on the road. "Let's see what he'll say," Ditmar proposed.
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