But I wonder--I wonder-- Anyhow
I can't tell him until he asks me, can I? And he has never said a
word. You know yourself, Carol, you can't blurt things out at a man
until he gives you a chance. So my conscience is quite free. And she
certainly is adorable. Think of a mother-in-law like that, pink and
gray, with dimples. Yes, she is my ideal of a mother-in-law. I
haven't met 'father' yet, but he doesn't need to be very nice. A man
can hide a hundred faults in one fold of a pocketbook the size of his.
"Lots of love to you both,--and you write to Larkie oftener than you do
to me, which isn't fair, for she has a husband and a baby and is within
reaching distance of father, and I am an orphan, and a widow, and a
stranger in a strange land.
"But I love you anyhow.
"Connie."
CHAPTER XV
THE SECOND STEP
They sat on canvas chairs on the sand outside the porch of the
sanatorium, warmly wrapped in rugs, for the summer evenings in New
Mexico are cold, and watched the shadows of evening tarnish the gold of
the mesa. Like children, they held hands under the protecting shelter
of the rug. They talked of little Julia off in Mount Mark, how she was
growing, the color of her eyes, the shape of her fingers.
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