Perhaps if we had the usual fires it
wouldn't seem quite so forlorn. But the china in the cabinets is so
cold--and the ceilings are so high--and the marble floors--.
"Perhaps if everyone were happy it would be different. But only Emily
is happy. And I don't see how she can be. She is going to marry a
Hun! Of course, he isn't really, and he'd be a darling dear if it
weren't for his German name, and his German blood, and the German
things he has in his house. But Emily says she loves his house, that
it speaks to her of a different Germany--of the sweet old gay Germany
that waltzed and sang and loved simple things. It seems so funny to
think of Emily in love--she's so much older than people are usually
when they are engaged and married.
"But Emily is the only happy one, except the children, and I sometimes
think that even they have the shadow on them of the dreadful things
that are happening. Margaret-Mary tries to knit, and tires her stubby
little fingers with the big needles, and Teddy, poor chap, seems to
feel that he must be the man of the family and take his father's place,
and he is pathetically careful of his mother.
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