"And you were
against the governess proposition, too," he added accusingly.
"Absolutely," she assured him soothingly. "I love to have Anna with me
in the afternoons, and when Bab's in town we can send her over
there--she's no trouble!" Julia turned her face up for a kiss. "Run and
wash your hands, Doctor dear!" said she.
"Yes--and what are you going to do?" Jim asked jealously.
"I'm going to wait for you right here, and we'll go down together," she
said pacifically. Jim took another kiss.
"Happy?" he asked.
Just as he had asked her a thousand times in the past four years. And
always she had answered him, as she did now:
"Happiest woman in the world, Jim!"
The happiest woman in the world! Julia, left alone, still stood dreaming
in the curtained window, her eyes idly following the quiet life of the
sunny street below. A hansom clattered by, an open carriage in which an
old, old couple were taking an airing. Half a square away she could see
the Park, with gray-clad nurses chatting over their racing charges or
the tops of perambulators.
But Julia's thoughts were not with these. A little frown shaded her
eyes, and her mouth was curved by a smile more sad than sweet.
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