"
Jean stuck her nose in the air. "Falling in love doesn't come the way
you want it. You have to take it as the good Lord sends it."
"Who told you that?"
"Emily--"
"What does Emily know of love?"
He had laughed and patted her hand. He was cynical generally about
romance. He felt that his own perfect love affair with his wife had
been the exception. He looked upon Emily as a sentimental spinster who
knew practically nothing of men and women.
He did not realize that Emily knew a great deal about dolls that
laughed and cried when you pulled a string. And that the world in
Emily's Toy Shop was not so very different from his own.
Alma, having turned a cold shoulder to Ralph, was still proclaiming her
opinion of Derry Drake to the rest of the table. "He is rich and young
and he doesn't want to die--"
"There are plenty of rich young men dying, Alma," said Mrs.
Witherspoon, "and it is probably as easy for them as for the poor
ones--"
"The poor ones won't mind being muddy and dirty in the trenches," said
Alma, "but I can't fancy Derry Drake without two baths a day--"
"I can't quite fancy him a slacker.
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