She couldnt doubt thedesperateness of Lucys
distress, and she looked so helpless. You will have a warm welcome in the house of
your oldfriend and teacher,Paul Auerbach.
There was only one thing shereally liked to do in
the evening. Wasnt it like the quality ofmercy and the gentle dew?
She had in her handbag a draftfrom Chicago, for the
balance she had left on deposit there. If she stayed at home to practise, there were
so many things to puther out. I went for awalk and was gone longer than I meant to
be. Shemarketed very profitable crops, and that sealed the fate of theorchard. It is
more important that she does her music well and sits at thepiano where I can watch
her. Perhaps by March she wouldhave lost her courage and be sunk in apathy
again.
Died trying to save a lame man, thepaper
said.
She caught Paulines chubby handand broke out
wildly: I cant stand it, I cant! He was not anchored, he was not lazy, he wasnot a
sheep. People werefeeling sorry for the Gayhearts.
Of course I want to help you to get
well.
The piano is in the parlour, Pauline said to
herself, as she wentback to her own room. She went inquickly, straight to the
window.
Gayheart settled back with satisfaction, and the
curtain rose onthe hunting scene.
Peoplewere always stopping her on the street to ask
when Lucy would beback from Chicago. Why didnt Professor Auerbach send for her now?