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She fled hatless in the direction of a place that had always meant
soothed feelings and comfort generally, the Harrington house.
Phyllis wouldn't be there, to be sure, but the place would have her
peace and sunniness about it.
The children were ranging up and down the garden paths with squeals
and shouts of happiness which were, apparently, merely because of
life in general. They fell upon her with still wilder shouts; or at
least Philip did, while Angela clung as far up as she could reach.
Joy hugged all the children she could reach with a warm sense of
gratitude to them for wanting her, and (still led by gratitude)
entered enthusiastically into tag herself. It was quite new to her,
because she had never played children's games, but she found that
she liked it exceedingly.... Suppose Gail did go slidingly around
explaining to everybody convincingly that everybody else was in love
with her--suppose it was even true? Why, even then--when you're
young and alive it's fun to go running up and down a garden in the
stimulating October air.
They ended in the big swing. Philip insisted on doing most of the
pushing, because, as he explained, they were all girls and he
wasn't. Joy held little Angela fast, and gave herself up to the
delight of being swung. Philip pushed her higher and higher, till
they were both screaming with pleasure, and, when the swing was at
the top, could see over the tall hedge to the road outside.
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