Much disheveled and flushed
with nervousness and her exertions, she dragged Lovin Child up
the steps by one arm, found a seat in the chair car and, a few
minutes later, suddenly realized that she was really on her way
to an unknown little town in an unknown part of the country, in
quest of a man who very likely did not want to be found by her.
Two tears rolled down her cheeks, and were traced to the
corners of her mouth by the fat, investigative finger of Lovin
Child before Marie could find her handkerchief and wipe them
away. Was any one in this world ever so utterly, absolutely
miserable? She doubted it. What if she found Bud--drunk, as
Joe had described him? Or, worse than that, what if she did not
find him at all? She tried not to cry, but it seemed as though
she must cry or scream. Fast as she wiped them away, other tears
dropped over her eyelids upon her cheeks, and were given the
absorbed attention of Lovin Child, who tried to catch each one
with his finger. To distract him, she turned him around face to
the window.
"See all the--pitty cows," she urged, her lips trembling so
much that they would scarcely form the words. And when Lovin
Child flattened a finger tip against the window and chuckled, and
said "Ee? Ee?"--which was his way of saying see--Marie
dropped her face down upon his fuzzy red "bunny" cap, hugged him
close to her, and cried, from sheer, nervous reaction.
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