"
"Coming," said Phyllis simply; and went in to assort her babies.
But Joy had seen the look that passed between the husband and wife,
and it made her a little lonely for the moment. You could see that
they belonged to each other, and how glad they were of it. And
Joy--well, she was only somebody's pretend-sweetheart. Maybe nobody
would ever look at her that way...
She clasped her hands together as she always did when she thought
hard, and felt the touch of her wishing ring. Her heart lightened,
for she remembered how kind John had been to her. Surely he couldn't
pretend to be so pleased about it if he weren't. And if there was
another girl, why, she was only having John borrowed from her.
"It won't hurt her a bit," Joy decided. "And if she really is
flyaway, and all that, maybe a little anxiety will be good for her."
In Joy's heart, too far down for her to find it herself, was a tiny
bit of defiance, and the old, old feeling, "If she wants him, let
her come and get him!" But she wasn't in the least aware of it, and
went back to her seat feeling like an angel.
She found there John, looking perfectly content with life, gathering
up her belongings and his, and obviously expecting to make her his
complete care. When John Hewitt took charge of anybody they were
taken charge of all over; not fussily or so it was a nuisance, but
just comfortably, so that every care vanished.
They got off the train, into the peace and spaciousness of open
country.
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