heels? This awful feeling in my chest, so sore and heavy; sometimes I can hardly—breathe. She leaned forward suddenly and peered out of the window as the gate clicked. The expressman with a big box. What in the world?
"What is it, Effa?" she called over the stairs.
"Box from Flawrda."
"From Florida! That must be from Mr. and Mrs. Driggs. That's right, get the tack lifter"
The shrieking boards were torn back.
"Awrnges and grapefruit."
"Well, isn't that nice? That certainly was thoughtful. Will you look at the size of those grapefruit, Effa? You must take some home to-night. We'll get Mr. Joe to carry it down to the cellar when he comes home; it says keep in a cool place. I believe I'll just Tun over to Mrs. Whipple's right now with a few."
And she went out with a basket on her arm, through delicate spring sunlight. Yellow crocuses were wide open on the Wells lawn; bees crawled in and out of them. She smiled and hummed a little song, because she was taking somebody a present.
Evelyn lay awake at night, listening to all the little voices that spoke through the ship, thinking of Joe, loving him and wanting him. Often she wept. But the days were full of distractions.
She put on the soft white coat with its big fluff of white fur collar. It really was wonderfully becoming,
