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And Joan and Nancy went to Dondale and Miss Phillips. It was a hard break for them all and was taken characteristically. Joan, tear-stained and quivering, set her face to the change and excitement with unmistakable delight. Nancy was frightened into silent but smiling acquiescence.
Once, back in the Dondale days, she had sung some of her old English ballads in costume a quaint picture of her had been taken at the time and, for an instant, she thought this was it she vaguely wondered how Thornton had got it she could not think clearly her brain was growing cloudy. Then she turned the old case over in her hand and looked at it mutely.
"One is assured that there is a Power that fights with us against the confusion and evil of the world." The warm June sunlight lay over the broad lawns and meadows of Dondale; it touched with luring power the buds to blossom and, by its tricks of magic, girlhood to womanhood.
"I am keeping my hands off," Doris often confided to Martin. "It is only fair play while the children are at Dondale. You were right Miss Phillips is a wonderful woman I have learned to trust her absolutely. She has appreciated what I tried to do for the girls; is building on it; she will return them to me not different, but extended! It's the time after, David, that I am planning.
That time which is the link between restraint and the finding of one's self." "I declare," Martin would reply to this, "I wonder that you ever get results, Doris; you harvest while others are sowing." But deep in us all is the current carrying on and on, and it was hurrying Doris during the years while the girls were at Dondale.
It was when she was suffering the most that Joan could harden and frighten Nancy. She was lashing herself to duty when she sent the whip cracking. Martin accompanied Doris to Dondale. He was "Uncle David" to the children and part of their happy lives. "Take take good care of Aunt Dorrie," Nancy pleaded with him at parting, her poor little face distorted by the effort she was making. "You bet!"
Martin turned on Doris a perplexed and awakened face. "What's this?" His voice had the ring of the primitive male. "Well, you know Joan is with Sylvia Reed, David. You remember that girl who painted so beautifully at Dondale? Sylvia has a studio, now, and is regularly launched. She's doing extremely good work. Nan, show Doctor Martin that magazine cover that Sylvia did."
They are suited to each other." "Yes they're the carrying-on sort, Aunt Dorrie"; Joan looked wise and confident. "They're like their kind Nan is like you. Away back in the Dondale days she used to gloat over all that went to your making, all your grandfathers and grandmothers. She was fore-ordained to carry on, and so was Ken. They'd be done for on paths without signboards. Aunt Dorrie "
And so the years passed and Doris had outlined a vague but comprehensive line of action for the immediate months following the girls' graduation from Dondale. "I am going to take them abroad," she announced to Martin; "take them over the route that Merry and I took our last journey together. And, David, in that little Italian town they shall know about Meredith and Thornton!"
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