"
"What counsel has she?"
"Oh, I don't know. I didn't read the paper."
"Well, why don't you go and take care of him till it's over?"
"I don't believe she'd like me to."
"Why on earth not? Here, let me get at that stove. We're going to
have some tea. But why on earth not?"
"I know she was jealous. Maurie used to write her lots of letters
about me. She was afraid he was getting to love me. I could see that
this afternoon. I could see it so plainly that I told her. I admitted
that I'd tried to get him to love me and failed."
"You did try?"
"Yes; I suppose it was about the meanest thing I've ever done."
Janet laid down the kettle silently on the stove, then came and sat
on the arm of Sally's chair. One hand she laid on her shoulder, with
the other she raised her face.
"I haven't appreciated you sufficiently, Sally," she said in a
toneless voice. "You're not the sort that gets appreciation. But,
my God! I think you're wonderful. Do I keep saying 'God' too much,
d'you think?"
CHAPTER V
That night Sally sat in her old rooms once more and wrote a letter
to Traill. The return to them had for one moment surged back in a
rushing flood of memories; but it did not overwhelm her.
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