It was a strange thing, though I
did not realize it until afterwards. Mary, the irrepressible, had
hardly said one word since we left the beauty parlors! Mary, always
the life of dinner parties, was sitting like a woman who had seen
the ghost of a dead child; her eyes following Carpenter's, her mind
evidently absorbed in probing his thoughts.
"Abey!" said she, with sudden passion, of a sort I'd never seen her
display before. "Forget your grub for a moment, I have something to
say. Here's a man with a heart full of love for other people--while
you and I are just trying to see what we can get out of them! A man
who really has a religion--and you're trying to turn him into a
movie doll! Try to get it through your skull, Abey!"
The great man's eyes were wide open. "Holy smoke, Mary! Vot's got
into you?" And suddenly he almost shrieked. "Lord! She's cryin'
too!"
"No, I'm not," declared Mary, vialiantly. But there were two drops
on her cheeks, so big that she was forced to wipe them away. "It's
just a little shame, that's all.
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