The Road to UnderstandingPorter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
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The Road to Understanding
Porter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
Marriage -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction
"Careful? Of course I'm careful," cried Betty. "Didn't I stand as still
as a mouse while he was sitting there with his beetling brows bent in
solemn thought? And then didn't I turn without a word and pussy-step out
of the room when I saw that he had ceased to realize that there was such
a being in the world as little I? Indeed, I did! And not till I got out
of doors did I remember that I had gone into that library in the first
place to ask a question. But I didn't go back. The question would
keep--and that was more than I could promise of his temper, if I
disturbed him then. So I came home. But I just can't wait now to get
back. Only think how much more interesting things are going to be now!"
"Why, y-yes, I suppose so," breathed Helen, a little doubtfully.
"Oh, yes, I shall be watching always for him to come alive again.
Besides, it's so romantic! It's a love-story, of course."
"Why, Betty, what an idea!" The mother's face flamed instantly scarlet.
"Why, of course it is, mother. If you could have seen his face you'd
have known that no one but somebody he cared very much for could have
brought _that_ look to it. You see, he thought for a moment that I was
she. Then he said, 'What a fool!' and sat down. Next he just looked at
me; and, mother, in his eyes there were just years and years of sorrow
all rolled into that one minute."
"Were there--really?" The mother's face was turned quite away now.
"Yes. And don't you see? I'm not going to mind now ever what he says and
does, nor how glum he is; for I _know_ down inside, he's got a heart.
And only think, _I look like her_!" finished Betty, suddenly springing
to her feet, and whirling about in ecstasy. "Oh, it's so exciting, isn't
it?"
But her mother did not answer. She did not seem to have heard, perhaps
because her back was turned. She had crossed the room to the window.
Betty, following her, put a loving arm about her shoulders.
"Oh, and, mother, look!" she exclaimed eagerly. "I was going to tell
you. I discovered it last Sunday. You can see the Denby House from here.
Did you know it? It's so near dark now, it isn't very clear, but there's
a light in the library windows, and others upstairs, too. See? Right
through there at the left of that dark clump of trees, set in the middle
of that open space. That's the lawn, and you can just make out the tall
white pillars of the veranda. See?"
"Oh, yes, I see. Yes, so you can, can't you?"
Helen's voice was light and cheery, and carefully impersonal, carrying
no hint of her inward tumult, for which she was devoutly thankful.
In spite of her high expectations, Betty came from Denby House the next
afternoon with pouting lips.
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