And a moment later, came the sound
of rapturous kissing, and Carol was awake. And before the smile of
content left his face, she stood in the doorway, her face flushed with
sleep, her hair tumbling about her face, a warm bath robe drawn about
her. Always her greeting was the same.
"Good morning, David. Another glorious day, isn't it?"
Then Julia came splashing out in Aunt Connie's new rose-colored boudoir
slippers, with Connie in hot barefooted pursuit. And the new day had
begun, the riotous, delirious day, with Julia at the helm.
Connie had amusing merry tales to tell of her work, and her friends,
and the family back home. And time had to be crowded a little to make
room for long drives in the Harmer Six. Carol promptly learned to
drive it herself, and David, tentatively at first, talked of trying his
own hand on it. And finally he did, and took a boyish satisfaction in
his ability to manipulate the gears. Oh, perhaps it made him a little
more short of breath, and he found that his nerves were more highly
keyed than in the old time days,--anyhow he came home tired, hungry,
ready to sleep.
Even the occasional windy or cloudy days, when the Harmer Six was left
wickedly wasting in the garage, had their attractions.
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