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Lynda tenderly lifted the thin form from the bed and held it close. "I I taught you how to be a mother, didn't I, mommy-Lyn?" she had never called Lynda simply "mother," while "father" had fallen naturally from her lips. "Yes, yes, little Ann." Lynda's eyes were filled with tears and in that moment she realized how much the child meant to her.
She ran behind a screen and dropped her pretty dress, and issued forth, like a white-robed angel, in her long gown, her short brown curls falling like a beautiful frame around her gravely sweet face. Truedale, sitting by the shaded lamp, looked at her as if, in her true character, she stood revealed. "Little Ann," he said huskily, "come, let me hold you while we wait for mommy-Lyn."
"While mommy-Lyn is in there?" gasped the girl, turning reproachful eyes up to him. "How could I?" "How long have you been here?" "Always; always!" "Ann, you must go to your room at once! Come, I will go with you." She rose and took his hand. There was fear in her eyes. "Is is mommy-Lyn " she faltered, and Truedale understood. "Good God! no!" he replied; "not that!"
"Mommy-Lyn does love me!" the weak voice was barely audible; "she does, father, she does!" It was like a confirmation a recognition of something beautiful and sacred. "I felt," Lynda said afterward to Betty, "as if she were not only telling Con, but God, too. I had not deserved it but it made up for all the hard struggle, and swept everything before it." But Ann did not die.
When the audience looks at my perfectly beautiful new gown they'll forget your reputation and shirt-front." So, muttering and frowning, McPherson sat down beside Betty, and Brace in lamblike mood dropped beside him. "It's wicked," McPherson turned once more; "I don't believe Ann can see a thing." "Yes, I can, Dr. McPherson if you keep put! I want to sit between father and mommy-Lyn.
The past was releasing her, giving her back to the safe, normal present. Presently she laughed and said: "Father, I feel so queer. Just as if I'd been dreaming." Then she turned with a deep, relieving sigh to Lynda. "Thank you for bringing me, mommy-Lyn," she said, "it was the best play I've ever seen in all my life. Only I wish that nice actress-lady had gone with the man who didn't know.
Ann came gladly and nestled against his breast. "To think it's my daddy that made the splendid play!" she whispered, cuddling closer. "I can tell the girls and be so proud." Then she yawned softly. "Mommy-Lyn, I suppose, had to go and whisper the secret to Billy," she went on, finding as usual an excuse instead of a rebuke. "Billy's missed the glory of his life because he's so young!"
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