THE SONG OF THE LARK
saved myself and you a lot of trouble, would n't I? Dear Dr. Archie!" she murmured.
"As for me, life would have been a pretty bleak stretch, with you left out." The doctor took one of the crystal pendants that hung from her shoulder and looked into it thoughtfully. "I guess I 'm a romantic old fellow, underneath. And you 've always been my romance. Those years when you were growing up were my happiest. When I dream about you, I always see you as a little girl."
They paused by the open window. "Do you? Nearly all my dreams, except those about breaking down on the stage or missing trains, are about Moonstone. You tell me the old house has been pulled down, but it stands in my mind, every stick and timber. In my sleep I go all about it, and look in the right drawers and cupboards for everything. I often dream that I 'm hunting for my rubbers in that pile of overshoes that was always under the hatrack in the hall. I pick up every overshoe and know whose it is, but I can t find my own. Then the school bell begins to ring and I begin to cry. That 's the house I rest in when I 'm tired. All the old furniture and the worn spots in the carpet—it rests my mind to go over them."
They were looking out of the window. Thea kept his arm. Down on the river four battleships were anchored in line, brilliantly lighted, and launches were coming and going, bringing the men ashore. A searchlight from one of the ironclads was playing on the great headland up the river, where it makes its first resolute turn. Overhead the night-blue sky was intense and clear.
"There 's so much that I want to tell you," she said at last, "and it 's hard to explain. My life is full of jealousies and disappointments, you know. You get to hating people who do contemptible work and who get on just as well as you do. There are many disappointments in my profession, and bitter, bitter contempts!" Her face hardened, and looked much older. "If you love the good thing vitally, enough to
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