“Here She Is,” Bob Answered
“Here she is,” Bob answered. “And about to make me homesick.”
“Funny thing,” said Larry, coming up. “I feel the same way to-night, though it’s so lovely here.”
“We’re a nice lot of people to entertain,” said Bob laughing. As he let Lucy go he gave her a gentle hug which said, “Never mind. We’ve plenty to rejoice in.”
Lucy knew that, too, and smiled at him. The music stopped and Bob went in search of Marian. Lucy and Larry wandered down the terrace steps and into the park, led on by the beautiful outdoors. And once away from the lighted house, Larry walking beside her in pleasant, friendly silence, Lucy’s heart suddenly overflowed with the knowledge of peace and freedom and all the beauty glowing around her.
“Oh, Larry,” she cried, looking down from the glorious sky to her friend’s face, “how could I complain to Bob of anything? Could anyone want more than this to-night?”
“Hardly,” said Larry, not asking her to speak more clearly, and he, too, seemed full of many thoughts that made speech difficult. He raised one hand with his old gesture to ruffle his hair, which showed ruddy in the moonlight, but, remembering not to do it, he smiled and his blue eyes turned from Lucy’s to wander over the soft green of the woodland in front of them.
They reached the first scattered oaks. An owl flitted through the boughs and about their feet crickets chirped endlessly. The moonbeams sifted in checkered light through the young leaves upon the mossy ground which deadened their footsteps. Lucy was caught in the spell of beauty that never failed to hold her enchanted.
“It’s not a bit like Germany, is it?” said Larry.