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One of our stretches in a day's drive was from beautiful Inverness on Tomales Bay, down the Olema Valley to Bolinas Bay, along the eastern shore of that body of water to Willow Camp, and up over the sea-bluffs, around the bastions of Tamalpais, and down to Sausalito.
She glanced toward the entrance of the Sausalito waiting-room, a hundred yards away, and a mad hope leaped in her heart. If he turned his back on her "What are you going to do?" he asked, somewhat surprised. "I ought to telephone Alix!" Her despair lent her wit. If he went to the ticket office, and she into a telephone booth, she might escape him yet!
But when they were nearing Sausalito, Cherry said almost timidly: "I think perhaps it would make her happy and proud, to know that you admired her, Peter. I don't know who she is, of course, but almost any woman would feel that. This visit, somehow, has made me feel as if you and I had really begun a new friendship on our own account, not just the old friendship.
She could fancy him telling his friends of his experience of the cut direct from a little girl in Front Office, no names named and hear him saying that "he loved it he was crazy about it!" "You believe in the law of compensation, don't you, Aunt Jo?" asked Susan, on a wonderful April afternoon, when she had gone straight from the office to Sausalito.
"I don't know that I can come Saturday," she objected, only anxious to be disobliging. "Oh, you MUST," said Barbara brightly. "DO try! You take the one- forty-five from the Sausalito ferry, and somebody'll meet you! And if we should be kept later than we expect, somebody'll bring you home!" "I have a friend who would come for me," said Julia stiffly, thinking of Mark.
Susan and Miss Sherman and Thorny would come back to find their desks waiting for them in the main office next day. Susan walked thoughtfully uptown, and when she got home, wrote a formal application for the position open in her school to little Miss Berrat in Sausalito. It was a delightful, sunshiny afternoon. Mary Lou, Mrs.
But was not romance a spiritual emanation, a state of mind, and not people or scenes? I knew it was, for all over the earth I had pursued it, and found it in the wild flowers of the Sausalito hills in California more than among the gayeties of Paris, the gorges of the Yangtse-Kiang, or in the skull dance of the wild Dyak of Borneo.
I was just wondering how many really happy people there were behind those lights over on Belvedere, at Sausalito the lights look so golden and steady and sure and glimpses of interiors at night are always so fascinating but I suppose most of the people are commonplace and just dully discontented "
"If they try to keep us for dinner, we'll bashfully remain," said Billy, openly enchanted by the prospect of a day with his adored Josephine. But first they were to have a late second breakfast at Sardi's, the little ramshackle Sausalito restaurant, whose tables, visible through green arches, hung almost directly over the water.
But they had many a happy tea-hour together, and on Sundays lunched in Sausalito, roamed over the lovely country roads, perhaps stopped for tea at the Carrolls', or came back to the city and had it at the quiet Palace. Twice Peter was asked to dine at Mrs. Lancaster's, but on the first occasion he and Susan were begged by old Mrs.
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