"
Linnet stirred the chocolate; but her face was still anxious. Will had
not spoken of Morris. Could it be Morris? It was not like Will not to
speak of Morris.
"Will did not speak of Morris. Did you notice that?"
"Does he always? I suppose Morris has spoken for himself."
"If Hollis doesn't come over by the time we are through tea, I'll go over
there. I can't wait any longer."
"Well, I'll go with you to ease your mind. But you must eat some supper."
As Linnet placed the chocolate pot on the table, Marjorie exclaimed,
"There they are! Mother Rheid and Hollis. They are coming by the road;
of course the field is blocked with snow. Now your anxious heart shall
laugh at itself. I'll put on plates for two more. Is there chocolate
enough? And it won't seem so much like playing house."
While Marjorie put on the extra plates and cut a few more slices of
sponge cake, Linnet went to the front door, and stood waiting for them.
Through the open kitchen door Marjorie heard her ask, "Is anything the
matter?"
"Hush! Where's Marjorie?" asked Hollis' voice.
Was it her trouble? Was it Miss Prudence? Or Prue--it could not be her
father and mother; she had seen them at church. Morris! _Morris!_ Had
they not just heard from Will? He went away, and she was not kind to him.
Who was saying "dead"? Was somebody dead?
She was trembling so that she would have fallen had she not caught at the
back of a chair for support. There was a buzzing in her ears; she was
sinking down, sinking down.
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