At three o'clock that afternoon she
found Edith and announced her intention of going out.
"I guess you can get the supper for once," she said ungraciously.
Edith looked up at her with wistful eyes.
"I wish you didn't hate me so, Ellen."
"I don't hate you." Ellen was slightly mollified. "But when I see
you trying to put your burdens on other people--"
Edith got up then and rather timidly put her arms around Ellen's
neck.
"I love him so, Ellen," she whispered, "and I'll try so hard to
make him happy."
Unexpected tears came into Ellen's eyes. She stroked the girl's
fair hair.
"Never mind," she said. "The Good Man's got a way of fixing things
to suit Himself. And I guess He knows best. We do what it's
foreordained we do, after all."
Mrs. Boyd was sleeping. Edith went back to her sewing. She had
depended all her life on her mother's needle, and now that that
had failed her she was hastily putting some clothing into repair.
In the kitchen near the stove the suit she meant to be married
in was hung to dry, after pressing. She was quietly happy.
Willy Cameron found her there. He told her of Mrs. Davis' death,
and then placed the license on the table at her side.
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