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A pastel of the boys' lovely heads hung opposite it, between two windows, and photographs of Jim and Derry and their father were everywhere: on the desk, on the little grand piano, under the table lamp. This was Rachael's own domain, and in asking Magsie to come here she consciously chose the environment in which she would feel most at ease. Upstairs came the light, tripping feet.
"Now sit down and read a magazine, Greg," she said happily, "and in ten minutes you'll see me in my new hat, all ready to go to lunch!" The blue tides rose and fell at Clark's Hills, the summer sun shone healingly down upon Rachael's sick heart and soul.
Gingerly, timidly, she pushed the car on some ten feet. "What I's thinking," suggested Ruddy then, coming to put his face in close to hers, and shouting over the noise of wind and water, "is this: if I was to walk ahead of ye, kinder feeling for the road with my feet, then you could come after, d'ye see?" "Oh, Ruddy, do you think we can make it, then?" Rachael's face was wet with tears.
"And what do you think about it?" he asked. For answer Rachael only sighed wearily, and for a while they went on in silence. But when they had almost reached the Breckenridge gateway Doctor Gregory spoke again. "Do you often have a scene like that one just now to get through?" The color rushed into Rachael's face at his friendly, not too sympathetic, tone.
"I never thought of doing anything else," Billy said, breathing the fresh salt air with obvious pleasure. "I had no idea that it was such a trip. But he was an angel look at them now, aren't they cute together?" Rachael's boys had taken eager possession of their guest; the three were fast making friends as they trotted along together toward the old motor car that Rachael ran herself.
Rachael's breast rose, her eyes brightened angrily. "Perhaps you'll tell me what more I can do, Greg!" He looked at her in surprise; the shell of Mrs. Breckenridge's cool reserve was not often pierced. "My dear girl " he stammered. "Why, Rachael !"
I met her, now and then, we had the theatricals, and the California trip. One day, that fall, in the Park, I took her for a drive, innocently enough, nothing prearranged. And I remember asking if any lucky man had made an impression upon her." Warren smiled, his eyes absent. Rachael's look of superb scorn was wasted. "It came to me in a flash," he went on, "that Magsie had come to care for me.
The two officers were captains of the popular craft, machine gunnery. At dinner they referred to themselves with conscious boredom as members of the "Suicide Club" in those days every recondite branch of the service referred to itself as the Suicide Club. One of the captains Rachael's captain, Gloria observed was a tall horsy man of thirty with a pleasant mustache and ugly teeth.
And Florence was above everything else a church member, a prominent Christian in her self-sacrificing wifehood and motherhood, her social and charitable and civic work. She might be unflattering, but she would be right. Rachael's last conscious thought, as she went off to sleep, was that she would take the earliest possible moment to extract a verdict from Florence,
"Rachael's a perfectly adorable and brilliant and delightful creature," summarized Peter Pomeroy, "but she's not got a penny nor a relative in the world that I've ever heard of!
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