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The two children stood and looked at each other a few moments. In Sara's eyes a new thought was growing. "I'm glad you have such a good home," she said. "Perhaps Mrs. Brown will let you give the buns and bread to the children perhaps you would like to do it because you know what it is to be hungry, too." "Yes, miss," said the girl.
I don't owe it to a shop at all. It's it's a bridge debt!" The confession came out rather hurriedly. Sara's face grew grave. "But, Molly, you little fool, you've no business to be playing bridge. Where have you been playing?" "Oh, we play sometimes at the studios when the light's too bad to go on painting, you know" airily. "You mean," said Sara, "the artists' club people play?" "Yes."
It was so heady that it even had a topknot, and it served admirably to counteract the depressing effect of the Snimmy's speech. The next Toast was responded to by the First and Second Gunki; and its subject was, "Sara's Tears May There Be No Mad and Few Sad."
It's so delightfully quiet here in summer, and only a short run to the seashore; besides, she likes her boarding-place." Sara's eyes shone. "I think every one is very good to me," she said softly. "Heaven not only helps those who help themselves, but earth, too, Miss Olmstead; which is only another way of saying that real effort always brings appreciation.
I dug harder and harder, and it seemed to me that the castle was becoming quite a respectable size, but Sara's interest had flagged. "Aunt Woggles," she said. "Yes, darling," I answered. "Sall we dig a velly, velly deep hole, velly, velly deep, for all ve cwabs, and all ve vitty fish, and Nannie and Aunt Woggles?" "A very big hole," I said; "but look at the lovely castle!"
I feel the tragedy of Sara's life very deeply and I am very sad over it all. But I'm not a widow. I'm a nurse and friend whose job is over. It will be a pitiful journey to take Sara back to his father. But I shall be with dear Aunt Mary in New York. I shall get no rest unless I know that you are with Jim in this critical moment of his career." The two men looked at each other uncertainly.
"The Kewpie has, but the Baby hasn't." "Then it will never do to take him," said Pirlaps, decisively. "Here, Yassuh, you stay here and keep the Baby." Pirlaps saw a look of doubt and reluctance in Sara's eyes as he was about to consign the Baby to Yassuh's sticky care. So he handed the Baby back to Sara and darted into a store near by where he got some clean wrapping-paper.
Pen flushed, but fell back on the whimsical manner that was her defense against Sara's ill-nature. "It's your subtlety that fascinates me, Sara. Did you ever try a steam roller?" Sara scowled: "Of course, I suppose it's too much to ask you to take an interest in my business affairs. If I were a well man, I might hope to make an impression on you."
She drew him down and kissed him tenderly, while the tears stood in the eyes of both; and from that moment there was a new bond between them, stronger than the past had ever known. One day some weeks later Morton came in with a large roll from the post- office, and threw it into Sara's lap.
Uncle Denny and Jim's mother came out to visit him, his second summer on the dam, and they enjoyed their visit so much that it became a yearly custom. Jim's mother, with a mother's wisdom, never spoke of Pen to Jim except casually, of her health or of Sara's effort to carry on real estate business through Pen and his father.
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