It did her good, though it was far beneath her dignity.
Presently she wiped her eyes.
She must turn on the lights, every one of them, so if any travelers
happened to come her way the signal would summon them to her aid. Then
she must get warm, one might freeze on a night like this. She put up the
curtains on the car and wrapped herself as best she could in rugs and
rain coats. Even then she doubted her ability to withstand the
penetrating chill.
"Well," she said grimly, "if I freeze I am going to do it with a pleasant
smile on my lips, so they will be sorry when they find me." Tears of
sympathy for herself came into her eyes. She hoped Prince would be quite
heart-broken, and serve him right, too. But it was terrible that poor
dear Carol should have this added sorrow, after all her years of trial.
And it was all Connie's own fault. Would women ever have sense enough to
learn that men must think of business now and then, and that even the
dearest women in the world are nuisances at times?
Well, anyhow, she was paying dearly for her folly, and perhaps other
women could profit by it. And all that literary material wasted. "But
it is a good thing I am not leaving eleven children motherless," she
concluded philosophically.
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