Weâve invaded Europe, but now she has her eye on Africaâthe Nile and the South Seas.â
âIâve never seen anything,â sighed Sally Gamble, âand now Iâm too old and stiff to venture. So I sit by my fire and toast my swollen joints and let people who write show me the places I was too timid in my youth to explore for myself. And I raised two children who are as much vegetables as I was.â
âButâI thought you liked staying at home, Mother?â Bruce said.
âI do like staying at home. A good thing, now, since I canât go down three steps without grunts of misery. But if I were young againâlike you,â she turned her bright gaze upon Virginia, âIâd marry a rover and see the world!â
Almost Virginia laughed aloud. Almost she cried out, âBut I did marry a roverâand here am I, and he goes roving.â But she caught herself in time and said something polite instead, something about Mrs. Gambleâs ideas fitting in beautifully with Teresaâs business, while Bruce filled his pipe and blew smoke into the fire and said nothing at all.
Julius, the old servant, brought wine, in priceless little shoe-peg glasses, on a silver tray, and hard biscuits that Virginia tried to bite without much success.
âDonât do thatâdip them like this.â Sally Gamble snapped a biscuit and soaked half of it in her wine. âEasy to see you werenât born in Maryland. Where were you born, anyway? You talk like a southerner.â
âIn Tennessee.â Virginia soaked her biscuit obediently, thinking that they were tasteless things anyway and why bother? But the wine was very good.
âI make it myself,â said the little old lady. âItâs elderberryâand I use a big crock with a plate over it and a brick on top of that. Keep out the gnatsâthatâs the important thing. Whatâs Avis doingâplaying the piano?â
âShe did play for us. She plays beautifully.â
âShe could have toured Europe in concertâand she married a college professor.â Mrs. Gamble bit a biscuit almost viciously. âAnd nowâif Bruce would only stir himself and get another wife, sheâd like to marry a fellow who works in a bankâwhoâll put her in a brick house with a car to drive and nothing to do but go to luncheons and play bridge and let her brain dry-rot forever!â
âOh, but look here, Mother,â Bruce protested, âIâm not interfering with Avisâs life. She hasnât made up her mind about Dan Thomas, anyway. And do you have to marry me off so precipitately?â
âYouâre no earthly good the way you are,â snapped his mother, setting her glass down with a clink. But she gave Virginia an impish, wise smile, and Virginia felt her prickling uneasiness returning again.
The feeling of being on guard increased when they had said goodbye to Mrs. Gamble and started back through the damp orchard and the grove where already blue shadows of dusk were beginning to gather. Bruce held her arm to help her over rough places and then he slowed suddenly, and Virginia felt the clasp of his fingers tighten.
âMy mother,â he said suddenly, âlikes being outrageous now and then. But aside from that sheâs a very wise woman.â
âSheâs a love,â said Virginia, maintaining a casual air. âI wish I had known her when she was younger.â
âSheâs a clever womanâbecause she sees that Iâm in love with you,â Bruce went on, standing still now, keeping his hold on her arm. âI wonder if youâve seen it, too?â
âOhâbut, please, BruceâI canâtâ Canât we, be friends?â she asked unhappily.
âDo you want me for a friend?â he countered, his brown face set, his lips very straight.
âI do want you, Bruce. This has been such a nice dayâknowing
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