Charles's aisle was long and rather dismal in the waning afternoon
light.
"Here, darling, in the vestry!" Jim was whispering, smiling his dear,
easy, reassuring smile as he guided her to the nearby door. And in a
second they were all about her, her first kiss on the wet cheek of Aunt
Sanna, the second to her mother--"Evelyn, you were a darling to come way
across the city, and Marguerite, you were a darling to bring those
precious angels"--and then the old doctor's kiss, and Richie's kiss, and
a pressure from his big bony fingers. Julia half knelt to embrace little
Scott Marbury. "He's beautiful, Kennedy; no wonder you're proud!" And
she tore her beautiful bunch of roses apart, that each girl might have a
few.
"I've got to get her to the train!" Jim protested presently, trying
patiently to disengage his wife's hands, eyes, and attention. "Julia!
Julia Studdiford!"
"Yes, I know!" Julia laughed, and was snatched away, half laughing and
half in tears, and hurried down to the side street, where a carriage was
waiting. And here there was one more delay: Chester Cox, a thin
shambling figure, came forward from a shadowy doorway, and rather
timidly held out his hand.
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