Jason crossed the room, and from a shelf in the living room took down a
stack of books. He never forgot.
“I’ll do my best,” he said, “but it isn’t as easy as you might think.”
“I don’t know what I ever did or said,” retorted Marcia, “that would
give you the impression that I thought anything about life was easy for
either one of us. ‘Easy’ is a funny word to use in connection with this
house.”
Jason found himself standing straight, gripping his books, and looking
into her eyes.
“I’m sorry you have to work so hard,” he said.
His glance left the face of the woman before him and ran over the small
mean kitchen, the plain, ugly living room. Without seeing it actually,
he mentally saw the house outside, and the unprepossessing surroundings.
There was a catch in his breath as he again faced Marcia.
“I’ll try very hard,” he told her, “and maybe it won’t be long until I
can be a lawyer or a doctor or rent a piece of land, and then I’ll take
care of you like a real lady.”
And again a close observer could have seen a stifled impulse toward the
boy on the part of the woman; but it was not of sufficient impetus that
the boy caught it, for he hesitated a second longer, then turning on his
heel, he ran from the room and made his way down the street, happy to
discover that for once he had plenty of time.
So it happened that at the same hour these four children were on the
different streets of Ashwater, all headed toward the village school
house, a grade and high school combined in one brick building designed
for the educational purposes of the town. The day labourers of the
village had passed over those same streets earlier that morning. The
people that the children met were doctors and lawyers going to their
offices, and the housewives of the village, many of them with their
baskets on their arms, going to do their morning shopping. Front walks
were being swept and rugs shaken from verandas. Walking demurely arm in
arm, chattering to each other, went Mahala Spellman and Edith Williams.
At the same time they saw an approaching figure and their arms tightened
around each other.
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