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It is the holiest thing we know, and unless we guard it sacredly we shall hurt and kill it and then, by and by, Con, we shall look at each other with frightened eyes over a dead, dead love." "Lynda, how can you? How dare you say these things when you confess Oh! my wife!" "Because" and she seemed withdrawing from Truedale as he advanced "because I have confessed!
"The children cannot always know what they are missing, but the old can, and my heart aches for them often aches until it really hurts." "My dear girl!" "They are so alike, Con, the babies and the very aged. They need the same things the coddling, the play, the pretty toys to amuse them until they fall asleep." "Lynda, you are all nerves and fancies. Pretty ones but dangerous.
"I was buried pretty deep in the woods, Ken, and there was a bad hitch in the delivery of the telegram. Such things do not count down where I was. But I'm glad about the old house glad you and Lynda are there." "Con!" and at this Brace became serious "I think we rather overdid our estimate of your uncle. Since his his going, we've seen him, Lyn and I, in a new light.
He rarely indulged in this way tobacco excited instead of soothed him but the evening must have all the clear thought possible! Lynda sat again upon her ottoman her capacity for sitting hours without a support to her back had always been one of her charms for William Truedale. The old man looked at her now; how strong and fine she was! How reliant and yet how appealing!
Truedale raised his eyes, but he was looking beyond Lynda; he was seeing Nella-Rose in the nest he was preparing for her. "Soon, Lyn. Soon. And when you do you, of all the world, will understand, sympathize, and approve." "Thank you, Con, thank you. Of course I will, but it is good to have you know it! Let me see, what colour scheme shall we introduce in the living room?"
Truedale selected the restaurant, arranged for the flowers, and then grew so rigidly quiet and pale that Lynda declared that the summer in town had all but killed him and insisted that he take a vacation. "We haven't had our annual honeymoon trip, Con," she pleaded; "let's take it now." "We'll we'll go, Lyn, just before Christmas." "Not much!" Lynda tossed her head.
She's coming to live with them after awhile. When I fall in love, it's going to be with an orphan out of an asylum." Lynda laughed and gave her brother a hug. Then she said: "Our circle is widening and, by the way Brace, I'm going to begin to entertain a little." "Good Lord, Lyn!" "Oh! modestly until I can use my stiff little wings.
The maid was a trusted one and close to Betty. "The little boy from the Home, Mrs. Truedale," she replied, "and already the house is cheerfuller." Lynda felt a distinct disappointment. She had hoped that Betty would care for little Ann for a few days, but how could she ask it of her now? In the sunny room upstairs Betty sat in a low rocker, crooning away to a restless bundle in her arms.
More and more as the time went on and Truedale kept his faith and walked his way near hers oh! they were thankful for that but still apart, Lynda wondered. It was all so futile, so utterly selfish and childish yet neither spoke. Then suddenly came the big thing that drove them together and swept aside all the barrier of rubbish they had erected.
Once she had caught a glimpse of her small, transformed self in a long mirror and her dark eyes had widened. That was all. Lynda had watched her feverishly. She had hoped that with the change of clothing the startling likeness would lessen, but it did not. Robed in the trappings of her father's world, little Ann seemed to become more wholly his. "Do you like yourself, little Ann?"
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