So all morning they stayed together, even though they did not speak of
him again, because while they were together the glamour persisted and
the dream remained. Just as one name had robbed them that day, though
they did not know it, so another name sweetened everything for them, and
for a little space made them rich. Things might so easily have been as
they wished that it seemed as if even now just a little determination
might twist them into shape. In the ordinary course of events, and with
ever such an ordinary share of luck, Geordie and May should have been
married long ago, with a home of their own to offer the old folk at the
last. Even now, so it seemed, Geordie might be somewhere in the street,
in the midst of that crowd of healthy youth, sturdy manhood and wiry
age. Instinctively, as they came out of each shop, they looked to find
him the centre of some chaffing group, the laughing, handsome, witty
centre, as he had always been. He would break away when he saw them to
ask his old mother how she did, and suddenly the greatest and best of
all happenings would have happened, and they would have heard the
miracle of his speech....
This was the spell they wove for each other, making the day brighter and
the world kinder, and helping them to laugh at things which otherwise
would have been too light to stir their hearts. Sarah’s shopping was
dull and soon finished, but May had an exciting list, and seemed
constantly in need of help. The old woman actually enjoyed herself as
she peered at stockings and linen buttons, and nipped longcloth and
serge between her finger and thumb. It might have been wedding-gear
they were after, she told May, with a grim chuckle, and May laughed and
sighed, thinking of a bottom drawer at home that had been locked for
many years. The salesman laughed, too, and asked Sarah which of them it
was that was thinking of getting wed, and Sarah, with all her arduous
married life behind her, was yet as pleased as a young girl. She was a
shrewd marketer, even now, in spite of her sight, especially in the
food-shops, where one nose can often be quite as useful as a pair of
eyes; while, as for pots and pans, she knew them as a hen knows her
chickens and a shepherd his sheep.
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