Her voice was worn, to be sure, like her face,
andthere was not much physical sweetness left in it. At least, it wasnt so bad as
somepeople thought; the man hadnt jilted her.
The piano is in the parlour, Pauline said to
herself, as she wentback to her own room. Im sorry I forgot to bring the paper home,
Pauline.
You know, its not becoming to you to be pale. Then
he spoke directly to Milton, in his best businessmanner. Gayheartalways lunched in
town, at the Bohemian beer saloon. You need a long rest in country air,and theres no
air like the Platte valley. The partitions were too thin, especially between
theupstairs chambers. They chafed her and made hershrink into herself.
We arent that kind, and we dont know how to
behave.
I know you have to make up for Fathers easyways.
Since that was the role she affected,she shouldnt have minded. If Lucy would come on
about themiddle of March, she could stay with them, and Mrs.
Lucy supposed she must mean a letter calling
herback to Chicago.
Lucy, my dear, Ive done pretty well for you this
morning. Lucy put the paper down and went quickly upstairs to her own
room.
It was not the first time Lucy had cried in her
sleep.
Soon afterChristmas he had fallen away from playing
duets with Lucy in theevening. It is more important that she does her music well and
sits at thepiano where I can watch her.