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A gleam of reminiscence, both mischievous and tender, fired her slanting eyes. The others smiled, too. Even Peachy's face relaxed from the look of tension that had come into it. "I often think that was the happiest time," she sighed, "those weeks before they knew we were here. At least, they knew and they didn't know.
"I'm going to begin reading aloud to them next week," Pete announced. "That'll be a picnic." "It's been a long fight," Ralph said contentedly. "But we've won out. We've got them going. I knew we would." His eyes went to Peachy's face, but once there, their look of triumph melted to tenderness. "What are we going to read them?" Honey asked idly. He did not really listen to Pete's answer.
Honey and Pete and I are going to meet at the Clubhouse to work over some plans." "All right," Peachy said. She added, "I guess I won't go out, after all. I feel tired. I think I'll lie down for a while." "Anything I can do for you, dear?" Addington asked tenderly as he left. "Nothing, thank you." Peachy's voice was stony. Then suddenly she pulled herself upright on the couch.
"Do somethin'?" snarled "Peachy," stung to fury, "I'll do somethin' one of these days. I've stood you all I want." "Peachy's" oaths were crude in comparison with "Mexico's," but his fury lent them force. "Mexico" turned his baleful, gleaming eyes upon him. "Do something? Meaning?" "Never mind," growled "Peachy." "Git!" "Mexico" pointed a long finger to the door.
Tiny, slim, delicately chiseled, her feet were of a china whiteness, except where, at the tips, the toes showed a rose-flush or where, over the instep, the veins meandered in a blue network. "Of course Peachy's feet are smaller than mine," Lulu said wistfully. "But even my workaday little pads wouldn't carry me many steps."
But painful experience shook "Peachy's" confidence in his friend's judgment on this particular point, and he only ventured to reply, "He's got the lead." "Peachy" preferred to await developments. The opening hymn was sung with the hearty fervour that marks the musical part of any religious service in the West.
She always wore blue something that floated and shimmered with every move. Julia had changed little; for in her case, neither marriage nor maternity had laid its transmogrifying, touch upon her. Her deep blue-gray eyes of which the brown-gold lashes seemed like reeds shadowing lonely lakes had turned as strange as Peachy's; but it was a different strangeness.
The other girls dropped down after a while and seized a fan, or in Clara's case two, and Peachy's three. They sailed off into the west, fanning themselves slowly. "Say, we've got to have our ammunition all ready the next time they come," said Ralph. "I bet they're here this afternoon. They've never had any of these lover-like little attentions, apparently.
It would not prevent me from doing my duty as your wife or as Angela's mother. In fact, I could do it better because it would make me so happy and well. After a while, I could take Angela with me. Oh, that would be rapture!" Peachy's eyes gleamed. Ralph shook his head. "Couldn't think of it, my dear. The clouds are no place for my wife.
At length, "Peachy," in full swing of an impassioned and sulphurous denunciation of the doctor, his person and his ways, was called abruptly to order by a peremptory word from his chief. "Shut up your fool head, 'Peachy. To hear you talk you'd think you'd do something." A grim laugh at "Peachy's" expense went round the company.
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