Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction; Virginia -- Fiction
“I--I am all right,” Julie affirmed presently, pressing her hand
against her shaking mouth. “Don’t mind me--don’t. I--I just get this
way sometimes.”
“We all do, us poor women--specially in this heat,” the other answered.
“You’ll be all right now the storm’s broke. Just lay right still. I’ll
be back in a little bit, an’ see if the clouds ain’t all gone, an’ the
rainbow come: maybe you’ll have found the pot of gold at the end of it
by then.”
Mrs. Watkins went off, shutting the door after her, and Julie
was alone. She did not cry or laugh any more. She was very
tired--completely spent--and a little confused also, so that as she lay
there with closed eyes, what Mrs. Watkins had said as she went out kept
repeating itself through her mind. “The end of the rainbow! The end of
the rainbow!”
XIX
Tim found Julie still limp upon the sofa when he came home. She opened
her eyes and stared up at him. He knew at once that something was the
matter, and came quickly and knelt down beside her, laying his hands on
hers.
“What is it? What’s happened?”
“Elizabeth’s been here,” she answered, still lying helplessly on the
sofa and looking at him.
“_Elizabeth?_”
She told him then all about it. “I fell down under the window--I
couldn’t seem to stand up--but I would have stood up if she’d come
in--I would have, Tim--but she didn’t come.”
“She didn’t come? Then she didn’t see you--she doesn’t know we’re here?”
“No: it wasn’t for us she came. She’s Miss Fogg’s niece--the one she’s
always talked about. Oh, Tim, did you know? Did you know Elizabeth had
an old aunt?”
He stared away out of the window a moment, searching his mind. “Yes,
she did speak once or twice of an aunt--but not often. She hadn’t seen
her for years. I never heard her right name. She called her by a baby
name.”
“She called her ‘Tannie,’” Julie said. “It was short for ‘Aunt Annie.’”
“Yes, that was it,” he nodded.
They were silent, their eyes fixed upon each other’s face.
“Oh, Tim, I did it!” Julie broke out. “I brought her right here. It was
me made Miss Fogg send the letter. I never rested ’til I got her to. I
worked and worked at her ’til I got it sent. I did it.”
“Never mind, never mind, honey. You couldn’t know. How could you? It
was my fault, not recollecting. But she didn’t see you?”
“No, she didn’t see me.”
“Then it’s all right. We’ll leave here right away.”
“Leave here?” Julie looked around the little room blankly.
“Why, yes, honey. We got to leave. She’ll be coming back again.”
“She won’t be back for a little bit,” Julie said.
“How’s that? How do you know she won’t be back?”
“Mrs. Watkins heard her say she was going away for a day or so.”
“Going away? Where’s she going? Did she hear where she was going?”
She was silent, looking at him.
“Did she hear where she was going?” he persisted.
“Camp Lee,” she answered at length.
“_Camp Lee?_”
She nodded.
He turned his head away, a sudden spasm constricting his mouth.
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