"
"Well, you'll always be more than just yourself to me," said Mary.
"You'll always be your mother's baby. And after I get lunch for you
and the men I am going back to the church and ask the blessed Virgin to
intercede for your happiness."
So it was while Mary was at church, and the two men had gone to town
upon some legal matter, that Jean, left alone, wandered through the
house, and always before her flitted the happy ghost of the girl who
had come there to spend her honeymoon. In the great south chamber was
a picture of her mother, and one of her father as they looked at the
time of their marriage. Her mother was in organdie with great balloon
sleeves, and her hair in a Psyche knot. She was a slender little
thing, and the young doctor's picture was a great contrast in its
blondness and bigness. Daddy had worn a beard then, pointed, as was
the way with doctors of his day, and he looked very different, except
for the eyes which had the same teasing twinkle.
The window of this room looked out over the orchard, the orchard which
had been bursting with bloom when the bride came. The trees now were
slim little skeletons, with the faint gold of the western sky back of
them, and there was much snow.
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