But
she could think how they would look, with just John Hewitt and
herself going up and down them. They would be happy, too, in this
light-hearted fashion--so happy that they laughed at little things.
They would not talk much about loving each other. But they would
belong to each other, and they would know it. Each of them would
always be there for the other, and know it. They would sit by the
wood fire in the dusk....
"Now to set my house in order," said Phyllis, rising from the table.
"You said the two train, Allan? All right--I can easily be ready for
that, or before, if you like."
She rang for Lily-Anna, who appeared, smiling and comfortable as ever.
"Mr. Harrington and I are going off for some days--perhaps longer,
Lily-Anna," Phyllis explained. "I shall have to leave the children
with you and Viola. Mrs. De Guenther is very ill."
Lily-Anna seemed used to this sort of thing happening, and said she
could manage perfectly well. Indeed, Viola was beamingly amiable
over the prospect, when summoned and told. She volunteered to do any
mending and packing necessary on the spot.
"How beautifully they take it!" marveled Joy when the servants had
gone again, full of shining assurances that all would be well.
"You may well say so!" said Phyllis, lifting her eyebrows. "Their
rapture at getting the children to themselves is almost indecent.
It's all very well to have such attractive infants, but I sometimes
look sadly back to the days when Lily-Anna loved me for myself
alone.
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