THE CHANGE DAVE BROUGHT
often as usual, and smiled as much, but never for more than a minute at a time—too little for anything to happen in. In fact, after a while, he arranged to be busy when we ate, pleading that in case the war brought us trouble we ought to have everything ready to abandon—which was true—because it was at the table that things like the rose business, mostly, happened. And, after a while, he always ate alone—and no one missed him but me. And I saw that this, hard as it was for old Jon, was best—even for him. Yes, love is selfish. They didn't notice.
Finally, Jon was in the fields or the barn all the time and we saw almost nothing of him. I would take most of his meals out to him. And according to Jon, so that he might not disturb the rest of us, he would often stop at the barn and sleep with the hireland. At last he slept in the barn all the time—just, I think, so that Dave could be in his bed, and near Evelyn. At first I could hardly believe that Dave would let it go at that. But he went and
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