. The Ladies' home journal. happened. Each of thkissed her lightly on the cheek, and off to their party. But something had happened. As IVNegley smoothed her robe over a hanger, the angry words seemed sito crackle through the room. If there wjonly something she could do! Even thoithey quarreled, they still loved each otiShe knew. She might be a useless, tiredwoman now, but she had known love,remembered how, across a room and inmidst of a dozen chattering people, her 1bands eyes and hers used to catch in a mglance of secret understanding. How ofshe had seen Edward and Alis
. The Ladies' home journal. happened. Each of thkissed her lightly on the cheek, and off to their party. But something had happened. As IVNegley smoothed her robe over a hanger, the angry words seemed sito crackle through the room. If there wjonly something she could do! Even thoithey quarreled, they still loved each otiShe knew. She might be a useless, tiredwoman now, but she had known love,remembered how, across a room and inmidst of a dozen chattering people, her 1bands eyes and hers used to catch in a mglance of secret understanding. How ofshe had seen Edward and Alison look at ejother in such a way! The lessons of love and death are hartlearn; she thought, but the lessons oj lovedaily living come even harder. The next morning, while she was cutthe untouched coffeecake for her breakfaiit was still almost fresh—the wondethought came to her. // / lived with themHer hand trembled so that some of the raiifilling tumbled down the front of herrobe. She dabbed at the sticky trail Youre so different, Albert. . Youre so differ-ent, George. , . Youre so different, Wilbur. . LADIES HO Mi; jol |(N\,.
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