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Updated: June 22, 2025
"And when it is written, come down to the hall where I will meet you, and when we have given the note to Thomas, we will have dinner." "Dinner!" said Randy, "why I thought everyone had dinner at twelve o'clock!" "In the city we have dinner at six, and lunch at one, and never a supper at all," said Helen, smiling at Randy's frank look of surprise.
Tears filled her eyes and she quickly drew the curtain and began to look about the brightly lighted car with the hope of seeing something which should hold her attention and thus help to dispel the wave of homesickness which swept over her. An old lady with a kindly face turned just in time to see Randy's handkerchief at her eyes, and she hastened to speak a word of comfort.
The girl was swimming now beyond the breakers. Becky was envious. "I wish I could swim like that." "You can do other things that she can't do." "What things?" "Well, be a lady, for example. That's not exactly cricket, is it, to draw a deadly parallel? But I don't want people like that dancing on my moor." Randy's letter had set Becky adrift. She was not in love with him. She was sure of that.
Crude, perhaps, in form, it was yet a song of youth and patriotism. It was Randy's call to his comrades. There was to be no compromise. They must make men look up and listen to catch the sound of their clear note. The ideals which had made them fight brutality and greed were living ideals. They were not to be doffed with their khaki and overseas caps.
It seemed as if everything favored Randy's scheme. The first person whom she saw as she ran out to the well and commenced to lower the bucket was Jotham, whistling as he strode along, deftly cutting the tops from the roadside weeds with a switch. "Hi, Randy! Let me help you," he said, vaulting lightly over the wall and hastening toward her as she stood smiling in the sunlight.
But when the morning arrived on which Randy was to start, and dressed in her smart gray suit she stood waiting for her trunk to be placed in the back of the wagon, Prue seemed all at once to understand that Randy's long stay in Boston meant loneliness for her little self.
I didn't tell you, did I, that after I took the fan away from him, I dropped him into the fountain? I had much rather have tied him to a stake, and have built a fire under him, but that isn't civilized, and of course, I couldn't. But I am glad I dropped him in the fountain " Becky read Randy's letter as she sat alone on the beach. It was cool and sunshiny and she was wrapped in a red cape.
And here, miles away from that war-swept land, another woman sang. And there was honeysuckle outside, and late roses and poppies, and there was Peace. And the world which had not fought would forget. But the men who had fought would remember. He heard Randy's voice, sharp with nerves. "Sing something else, Becky. We've had enough of war " The Major leaned across the table.
While Helen and Randy were driving about the city, an animated conversation was in progress in a home not far from Miss Dayton's. The leader, was a tall, slender girl of about Randy's age, whose dark eyes spoke of truth and loyalty. She made a graceful picture when having braided her long, dark hair she proceeded to tie it firmly with a bright scarlet ribbon.
How I wish you both were going back with me, then I should not say good-bye at all." "And since we cannot accompany you," said Aunt Marcia, laying her hand gently upon Randy's arm, "we count ourselves fortunate that we are going to our summer home soon after you leave us. You have been a ray of sunlight in our home, Randy, and we could not easily or quickly become used to your absence."
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