Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
With a feeling utterly at variance with the place he turned away in
disgust, and made his way down the ladders again, out into the sunset.
In that short time the evening had arrived. The sky had flung out
banners and pennants, pencilled by a fringe of fine saplings like
slender brown threads against the sky. The earth was sinking into
dusk, and off by the brook the frogs were tinkling like tiny answering
silver rattles. The smell of earth and growing stole upon his senses,
and even as he gazed about him a single star burned into being in the
clear ether above him. The birds were still now, and the frogs with
the brook for accompaniment held the stage. Once more the charm of the
place stole over him; and he stood with hat removed, and wondered no
longer that the girl was willing to live here. A conviction grew
within him that somehow he must make it possible for her to do so, that
things would not be right and as they ought to be unless he did. In
fact, he had a curiosity to have her do it and see whether it could be
done.
He went slowly down to his car at last with lingering backward looks.
The beauty of the situation was undoubted, and called for admiration.
It was too bad that only a barn should occupy it. He would like to see
a fine house reared upon it. But somehow in his heart he was glad that
it was not a fine house standing there against the evening sky, and
that it was possible for him to let the girl try her experiment of
living there. Was it possible? Could there be any mistake? Could it
be that he had not found the right barn, after all? He must make sure,
of course.
But still he turned his car toward home, feeling reasonably sure that
he had found the right spot; and, as he drove swiftly back along the
way, he was thinking, and all his thoughts were woven with the softness
of the spring evening and permeated with its sounds. He seemed to be
in touch with nature as he had never been before.
At dinner that night he asked his father:
"Did Grandfather Graham ever live out on the old Glenside Road, father?"
A pleasant twinkle came in the elder Graham's eyes.
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