"
Miss Emily looked from one to the other. She was conscious of
something which touched the stars--something which all her life she had
missed, something which belongs to youth and ecstasy.
"Wholesale orders are not in my line," she said. "You can settle that
with Jean."
She surveyed the tea-wagon. "I'm starved. And if I eat I shall spoil
my dinner."
"I can ring for hot water, Emily, and there are more of the pound
cakes."
"My dear, no. I must go upstairs and dress. Your father sent for my
bag, and Julia says it is in my room."
She bade Derry a cheerful good-bye, and left them alone.
"I must go, too," said Derry, and took Jean's hand. He stood looking
down at her. "May I come tomorrow?"
"Oh,--yes--"
"There's one thing that I should like more than anything, if we could
go to church together--to be thankful that--that we've found each
other--"
Tears in the shining eyes!
"Why are you crying?"
"Because it is so--sweet."
"Then you'll go?"
"I'd love it."
He dropped her hand and got away. She was little and young, so
divinely innocent. He felt that he must not take unfair advantage of
that mood of exaltation.
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