He says she is the kind that has flung herself
body and soul into love; I wager she's a fool."
Lynda looked serious at once.
"I hope not," she said thoughtfully, "and she'll be happier with John,
in the long run, if she has some reservations. I did not think that
once; I do now."
"But--you, Lyn? You had reservations to burn."
"I had--too many. That was where the mistake began."
"You--do not regret?"
Lynda came close to him.
"Brace, I regret nothing. I am learning that every step leads to the
next--if you don't stumble. If you do--you have to pick yourself up and
go back. If John learned from me, I, too, have learned from him. I'm
going to try to--love his wife."
"I bet she's a cross, somehow, between a cowboy and an idiot. John
protested too much about her charms. She's got a sister--sounds a bit to
me as if Morrell had married them both. She's coming to live with them
after awhile. When I fall in love, it's going to be with an orphan out
of an asylum."
Lynda laughed and gave her brother a hug. Then she said:
"Our circle is widening and, by the way Brace, I'm going to begin to
entertain a little."
"Good Lord, Lyn!"
"Oh! modestly--until I can use my stiff little wings. A dinner now and
then and a luncheon occasionally when I know enough nice women to make a
decent showing. Clothes and women, when adopted late in life, are
difficult.
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