Do you believe in eternity?" And there
they were, off again, and of course old Anthony had come in after
that, and had wanted to know about his Aunt Marcia, and otherwise
had shown every indication of taking root on the hearth rug.
Pink was afraid of Anthony. He felt like a stammering fool when
Anthony was around. That was why he had invited himself to luncheon.
Old Anthony lunched at his club.
When he heard Lily coming down the stairs, Pink's honest heart beat
somewhat faster. A good many times in France, but particularly on
the ship coming back, he had thought about this meeting. In France
a fellow had a lot of distractions, and Lily had seemed as dear as
ever, but extremely remote. But once turned toward home, and she
had filled the entire western horizon. The other men had seen
sunsets there, and sometimes a ship, or a school of porpoises. But
Pink had seen only Lily.
She came in. The dear old girl! The beautiful, wonderful, dear
old girl! The--
"Pink!"
"H--hello, Lily."
"Why, Pink--you're a man!"
"What'd you think I'd be? A girl?"
"You've grown."
"Oh, now see here, Lily. I quit growing years ago."
"And to think you are back all right.
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