She heard him whistling light-heartedly above, as
she, too, stood staring into the fire.
She hadn't thought that any one could be so very kind and lovely as
John was being to her tonight. She could feel yet the pressure of
his arm as he held her beside him. And it was going to last a great
deal longer--weeks longer! She could be as happy and as much with
him and as much to him as she wanted to. There would be Clarence's
mocking love-making, too, for flattery and amusement. And when she
had to go back home, at last, she would have so much happiness, so
much good times, so much love to remember, that it would keep her
warm and happy for years and years!
When John returned, Ms hair damp and nearly straight with brushing,
and his eyes still bright with laughter, she was sitting at the head
of the table, waiting for him happily.
"It's a nice world, isn't it?" she suggested like a child. "And do
you like whipped cream in your tomato bisque?"
"It is, and I do, very much. Am I to have it?"
Joy nodded proudly, her eyes shining.
"I don't know about the world, but you are going to have the whipped
cream," she said, as she felt for the electric push-button in the
floor with one small, circling foot.
"I might as well tell you now," said John gaily, "that the bell you
are trying to step on is disconnected. Mother unhooked it eight
months ago, because when she was excited she always forgot and
stamped on it.
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