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I'll start intending to like every girl I meet, and who knows? Perhaps I shall," she said with a laugh, and a nod at her happy face reflected in the tiny mirror. During all the planning and preparation for Randy's departure, Prue had been eager to see the pretty new dresses, had insisted upon seeing the hats and gloves, and had talked of little else at home or at school.
To him in those days Heaven was Heaven and Hell was Hell. The years at school had brought doubt apostasy. Then on the fields of France, Randy's God had come back to him the Christ who bound up wounds, who gave a cup of cold water, who fought with flaming sword against the battalions of brutality, who led up and up that white company who gave their lives for a glorious Cause.
Like many another bit of gossip set afloat in a country town, the story of the letter from Boston together with descriptions of Randy's costumes gained with every repetition, until one day on the way from the Centre, Randy was astonished to be thus addressed, "Wal, how be ye Randy? I hear ye're havin' a tremenjous lot er gaowns made ter take ter Boston with ye."
I say, Nugget, let's go fishing a little while. It's only five o'clock, and the boys won't be back for an hour or two yet." Nothing could have pleased Nugget more. He made the proviso, however, that Randy's gun should be taken along. "I don't know what you're afraid of," said Clay; "but I'll humor you anyhow."
"Randy," she was a bit breathless, "here we are, Mr. Dalton and I. I saw you on the ridge. You have no idea how tall your shadow seemed " She was talking in that clear light voice which was not her own. Dalton said sullenly, "Hello, Paine." And Randy's heart was singing, "She called me." The three of them walked to the house together. Becky had insisted that she must go back to her guests.
To him in those days Heaven was Heaven and Hell was Hell. The years at school had brought doubt apostasy. Then on the fields of France, Randy's God had come back to him the Christ who bound up wounds, who gave a cup of cold water, who fought with flaming sword against the battalions of brutality, who led up and up that white company who gave their lives for a glorious Cause.
"I know her very well," Helen replied, "and I will tell her how her singing has entranced you." "Tell her," said Randy, eagerly, "that I think nothing in all the world was ever half so sweet." Then another number by the orchestra held Randy's attention and thus through the afternoon until she felt as if her pulses were throbbing with the rhythm of the music.
"Good-bye Tabby," she called, "it isn't any fun to go to school, now Randy isn't here." Aunt Prudence, who, true to her promise, had arrived at her brother's home on the day after Randy's departure, now appeared in the doorway. "Just starting for school Prue?" said she, "why you said good-bye to yer mother an' me some time ago."
And these dreams must live the dreams of the young gods as the dreams of the old gods had endured. Because men had died to make others free, freedom must be the song on the lips of all men. He thought of Randy's story. The Trumpeter Swan was only a stuffed bird in a glass case. But once he had spread his wings flown high in the upper air.
As they rode along, Randy wondered if all the carriages which she saw, were conveying their occupants to the concert, and she was conscious of a mild regret for pedestrians who were wending their way in an opposite direction. "They are not to enjoy the concert," she thought. "A penny for what is in your mind, Randy," said Helen, laying her hand upon Randy's arm.
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