"
He had a fleeting sense of what Emily would be like with some big thing
in her life--how far would it swing her from her sedate course?
"You have done me a lot of good," he said heartily when she left him to
go upstairs to Jean.
Jean was still in bed. "I must run down to the shop," Emily informed
her. "But I'll be back in plenty of time to dress for dinner."
"Darling--" Jean reminded her, "you must go to church."
"Of course. I shall stop on my way down."
"Pray for me, Emily." She reached out her arms. Emily came to them
and they clung together. "I am so happy, darling--" Jean whispered,
"but there isn't anything to tell, not really--yet--Emily--"
When Emily had gone, Jean got out her memory books. She had made of
breakfast a slight affair. How could one eat in the face of such
astounding events. Already this morning flowers had arrived for her,
heather and American Beauties. And Derry had written on his card, "The
heather because of you--the roses because of the day--"
There were two hours on her hands before church. She could dress in
one--the intervening time must be filled.
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