I'm so sorry, because you were very
patient with me, you were very good to me. I don't want you to
think of me just as a crochety woman who didn't appreciate you.
You are very kind, and when I hear that you're married to some
nice girl I'll be as happy as can be."
"Oh, Istra," he cried, grasping her arm, "I don't want any girl
in the world--I mean--oh, I just want to be let go 'round with
you when you'll let me--"
"No, no, dear. You must have seen last night; that's impossible.
Please don't argue about it now; I'm too tired. I just wanted
to tell you I appreciated--And when you get back to America
you won't be any the worse for playing around with poor Istra
because she told you about different things from what you've
played with, about rearing children as individuals and
painting in _tempera_ and all those things? And--and I don't
want you to get too fond of me, because we're--different....
But we have had an adventure, even if it was a little moist."
She paused; then, cheerily: "Well, I'm going to beat it back
and try to sleep again.
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