As long as
she was not going with David she decided to wear the smart slippers
with the high heels and the pretty buckles. David did not approve of
high heels.
She knew that a great many of the Green Valley women would wear dresses
with collars to their chins. So she smiled just a bit wickedly as she
glanced at the soft, misty dress like pink sea foam, from which her
head and lovely throat rose like a flower. She wondered if it was
wicked to be glad that she was pretty and to want David to see just how
pretty she really was.
She didn't want to go, but go she must, for she knew Green Valley. She
knew it and loved it. But she feared it too, because she did not know
it well enough.
So half-past eight found her stepping daintily and a little tipsily in
her high-heeled slippers over the road, after the last stragglers. She
did not want to be seen going in alone and so hung back till the last,
a lonely little figure in the cool shadows. Yet she was not so far
back that she could not feel the comforting nearness of the folks
ahead. She even heard snatches of conversation and smiled
understandingly, for she too knew now the little daily trials, the
family sorrows and dissensions, the occasional soul tempests, the
laughable ways and tenderly pathetic ambitions of these simple,
guileless human folks.
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