Won't you miss it? Won't you get tired of your old father
and White Sands?"
Sara patted his hand gently.
"The world out there is a good place," she said thoughtfully,
"I've had three splendid years and I hope they'll enrich my whole life.
There are wonderful things out there to see and learn, fine, noble people
to meet, beautiful deeds to admire; but," she wound her arm about his
neck and laid her cheek against his--"there is no daddy!"
And Old Man Shaw looked silently at the sunset--or, rather, through
the sunset to still grander and more radiant splendours beyond,
of which the things seen were only the pale reflections, not worthy
of attention from those who had the gift of further sight.
VII. Aunt Olivia's Beau
Aunt Olivia told Peggy and me about him on the afternoon we
went over to help her gather her late roses for pot-pourri.
We found her strangely quiet and preoccupied. As a rule she
was fond of mild fun, alert to hear East Grafton gossip,
and given to sudden little trills of almost girlish laughter,
which for the time being dispelled the atmosphere of gentle
old-maidishness which seemed to hang about her as a garment.
At such moments we did not find it hard to believe--as we did
at other times--that Aunt Olivia had once been a girl herself.
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