From each of these something had been given her, some fault, some
virtue. If any of them had been brave, there must have been handed
down to her some bit of bravery--if any of them had been cowards--
But none of them had been cowards.
"_We came to a new country," said the great-grandparents. "There were
hardships, but we loved and lived through them--_"
"_The Civil war tore our hearts," said the grand-parents. "Brother
hated brother, and friend hated friend, but we loved and lived through
it--_"
"_We were not tested," said her own parents. "You are our child and
test has come to you. If you are brave, it will be because we have
given to you that which came first to us--_"
Jean sat up, wide-awake--"_I am not brave_," she said.
She stood, after that, at a lower window, watching. Far down the road
a big black motor flew straight as a crow towards the hill on which the
Doctor's house stood. It stopped at the gate. A man stepped out.
Jean gave a gasp, then flew to meet him.
"Oh, Derry, Derry--"
He came in and shut the door behind him, took her in his arms, kissed
her, and kissed her again.
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