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"Yes," replied the smiling lips, "that's why I've got to be there." The subject was dropped. That was Tuesday morning. John called twice a clay until Thursday evening. Each time he came Fannie seemed more and more wan and blighted, though never less courageous.
Fannie fought off any attempt to touch her and she cried and groaned without a moment's pause. Rosemary, straightening up after a hard and ineffectual tussle, was relieved to see Bessie running toward them, followed by a string of boys, Jack Welles in advance. Bessie's cries had reached them long before she came to the field and they had correctly interpreted her frantic appeals for help.
"We'll go to the old house for to-night, Johanna," said Fannie, and did not speak again until she began to draw off her gloves in her father's parlor. Her face was white, her dark eyes wide; but her voice was slow and kind. "Yes, Johanna, go along to my room. I'll be there directly." She shut the door and folded her gloves, smiling like a swordsman rolling up his sleeves.
They not only know what it is, but their own limited experience has taught them what rapture it must be to write lines of flawless beauty. This unconquerable covetousness is admirably and artistically expressed in Fannie Davis's poem, After Copying Goodly Poetry.
But Fannie and Barbara were busy tiptoeing for peach blossoms. "Good-morning, Brother March; won't you 'light? I declare I don't know which you manage best, yo' horse aw yo' tempeh!" The parson laughed heartily to indicate that, however doubtful the compliment, his intentions were kind.
Ella yawned again. "Want some chocolates?" she finally asked. "Oh, thank you, Ella!" "I'll send Fannie in with 'em!" Miss Ella stood up, bent her head to study at close range an engraving on the wall, loitered off to her own room. She was rarely at home in the evening and did not know quite what to do with herself. Susan, meanwhile, walked upon air.
But not many days had the leaf been turned when a new and better conscience awoke to find shining there, still wet from God's own pen, the corollary that only a whole sphere of love can fulfil the law's broad circumference. As Fannie and Barbara made their bow and moved to pass on he hurriedly raised his hat and his good horse dropped into a swift, supple walk.
It was all at once, as if only in this way could he go on living, that otherwise he would end in the insanity of the mad-house or the insanity of suicide. He was walking down the stairs with Fannie, and he was trembling. "Do you know this Sally Heffer?" "Know her? We all do!" she cried, with all a young girl's enthusiasm. "I want to see her, Fannie. Where does she live?"
"Rosemary," said the principal, when she appeared, "I know you have a great many last things to do for the fair, but I had to speak to you before the three o'clock dismissal bell. Fannie is ready to apologize to you before your class is dismissed this afternoon." He had explained to Fannie that she must either publicly apologize to Rosemary or be indefinitely suspended.
"Father," said John, "can you hear me? Do you know me?" A glad light overspread the face for reply. But after it came a shadow, and Doctor Coffin said, softly, "He's trying to ask something." Fannie Halliday sat fanning the patient. She glanced up to Garnet just at John's back and murmured, "He probably wants to know if " John turned an eager glance to his principal, and Garnet nodded "Yes."
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