Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction
The young engineer passed his arm about his Elizabeth's shoulders as the
two stood at the gate watching the stately departure of the Van Duser
equipage. "Well, Betty," he said, "so the mountain came to Mahomet? But
the mountain doesn't seem such a bad sort, after all. I liked the way
she kissed you good-bye, though I should never have guessed she was
capable of it."
Elizabeth drew a deep breath. "I never was so frightened in my life as
when she first came," she confessed. "But she is kind, Sam, in her way,
though at first I thought it wasn't a pleasant way. And O, Sam dear, she
thinks we gave up our flat and came out here just because she wrote us
that letter; she was as complacent as could be when she spoke of it."
"Did you undeceive her?"
"N-no, dear, I didn't even try. Perhaps it was the letter--partly, and
anyway I felt sure I couldn't make her think any differently whatever I
might say. But I did tell her about Annita and about how thoughtless and
selfish I was, and----"
"Did you tell her about the Tripp lady?" he suggested teasingly.
"No," she said gravely. "Evelyn meant to be kind, too; I am sure of
that."
"O benevolent Betty!" he exclaimed with mock gravity. "O most sapient
Elizabeth! I perceive that in gaining a new friend thou hast not lost an
old one! I suppose from now on you will begin to model your small self
on the Van Duser pattern. My lady will see to it that you do, if you see
much of her."
Elizabeth looked up at her tall husband, her brown eyes brimming with
thoughtful light. "It is good to have friends," she said slowly; "but,
Sam dear, we must never allow any--_friend_ to come between us again. We
must live our own lives, and solve our own problems, even if we make an
occasional blunder doing it."
"We've solved our problems already," he said confidently, "and I'm not
afraid of the blunders, thanks to the dearest and best little wife a man
ever had."
And Elizabeth smiled back at him, knowing in her wiser woman's heart
that there were yet many problems to be solved, but not fearful of what
the future would bring in the light of his loving eyes.
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