Bobby reflected a moment. Then he sighed.
"I reckon my heart ain't very big," he murmured. "It couldn't hold all that. I reckon my heart's just fulled up with you, muvvah. I reckon it's only got one star in it."
Sophy crushed him to her. She kissed him in a passion of remorse for his pathetic jealousy. Tears choked her. She held him until she thought that he had fallen asleep. As she was stealing from the room, a clear little voice called after her:
"If it was 'right hand—lef' hand' with anybody an' you—I'd choose you, muvvah!"
She rushed back again, and this time she stayed with him long after he was really asleep.
They were married and gone. Charlotte stood blowing her little nose fiercely—sustained in her apprehensive grief only by Mammy Nan. The Judge had driven to the station with Mrs. Loring.
"What do you think really, Mammy?" she got out at last. "Do you think Miss Sophy will be happy?"
Mammy Nan, who was already taking off her gala apron and folding it neatly for some future occasion, grunted noncommittally. Then she snuffled sharply. She had been crying, too, but she scorned to blow her nose openly like "Miss Cha'lt." Finally she said in a colourless voice:
"What Miss Sophy mought call happy, I moughtn't call happy."