When the Girls Came Out
dutiful child, and I must tread the thorny path alone and bear my sorrow as a holy cross. [Here there was a blot and a large splash. A tear?] I've been thinking it over and it seems to me that love is the most holy thing of all, and rather than be cruel and mercenary and break your heart, I think, oh, Georgie, I'll cut the whole show and do anything you ask me to do. Write to me, Georgie—I want to do my Christian duty, but perhaps if I owe a duty to you as well I may be forgiven.
Your heartbroken and always true,
I was very much touched, but I smiled in spite of it. Her letter was so very like her conversation. Also it bore out Drusilla's prophecy.
"Poor little girl!" murmured I. "What are you going to say to her, Georgie? Shall you encourage her to cut the show?"
He lifted his head and met my gaze with clear, stern blue eyes.
"Can't you see?" said he.
"See what?"
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