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Daviess, Maria Thompson, 1872-1924

"The Melting of Molly"


But on the way home I gave myself the surprise of my life! Suddenly
I turned my face against his sleeve and cried as I never had before.
I felt safe, for it is a cliff road and he had to drive carefully.
However, he managed to press that one arm against my cheek in a way that
comforted me into stopping when I saw we were near town. I got out of
the car at the garage and walked away through the garden home without
looking in his direction at all. I never seem to be able to look at him
as I do at other people. We hadn't spoken two words since we had left
the little house in the woods with that happy-faced girl in it. He has
more sense than just a man.
It was almost dusk and I stopped in the garden a minute to pull the dirt
closer around some of the bachelor's-buttons that had "popped" the
ground some weeks ago. Thinking about them made me regain my spirits and
I went on in the house to be scolded for whatever Aunt Adeline had
thought up while I was gone to do it to me about. Judy told me with her
broadest grin that she had gone down to her sister-in-law's for supper
and I sat down on the steps with a sigh of relief.
Some days are like tin cocoanut graters that everybody uses to grate you
against and this was one for me.


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