But with a soft entreating wail the music came to an
end and there the doctor was, smiling down into my face with his
whimsical friendly smile that woke me up all over.
"Somebody has stolen a rose from the Carter garden and brought it to the
dance," he said with a laugh that was for me alone.
"No," I flashed back, "a string-bean." And with that I danced off again
with the judge, while the doctor disappeared through the door, and I
heard the chuck of his car as it whirled away. He had just stopped in
for a second to see the fun and God had given me that gipsy waltz with
him, because He knew I needed something like that in my life to keep for
always.
This has been a happy night, in which I betrothed myself to Alfred,
though he doesn't know it yet. I am going to take it as a sign that life
for us is going to be brilliant and gay and full of laughter and love.
I haven't had Billy in my arms to-day and I don't know how I shall ever
get myself to sleep if I let myself think about it. His sleep-place on
my breast aches. It is a comfort to think that the great big God
understands the women folk that He makes, even if they don't understand
themselves.
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