But still she sat
there, looking absently at these dead creatures about her, or at a
thin line of sunshine falling through a heart-shaped opening in a
shutter, and moving noiselessly across the floor. A mote dipped into
this stream of light, zigzagged through it, then sank into the
darkness. She followed it with dull eyes, thinking, if she thought at
all, that she wished she did not have to sit opposite Lloyd at dinner.
But, of course, she would have to, the servants would think it strange
if she did not come to table with him. Suddenly the finger of sunshine
vanished, and all the motes were gone. Raising her head with a long
sigh she saw him in the doorway, his tall figure black against the
smiling spring landscape outside. Her heart came up into her throat
with a rush of delight. He was looking for her! Ah, this was the way
it had been in those first days, when he could not bear to let her out
of his sight!
He put his arm around her with careless friendliness and helped her to
her feet. "What a place this will be for your boy to play. He can be
cast away on a desert island and surrounded by wild animals every day
in the week." His voice was so kind that her anger of two hours ago
seemed impossible--a mistake, a misunderstanding! She tried in a
bewildered way to get back to it in her own mind, but he was so matter
of fact about the stuffed animals and the little boy and the desert
island, that she could only say vaguely, "Yes, it would be nice, but
of course I'm not going to take him.
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