“What’s the difference what I’ll say! I only want to give a look on her …”
And so I kept on restlessly debating. Should I follow my heart and go to her, or should I have a little sense?
Finally the desire to see her became so strong that I could no longer reason about it. I left the factory in the middle of the day to seek her out.
All the way to her school I prayed: “God—God! If I could only find one human soul that cared …”
I found her bending over her desk. Her hair was gray, but she did not look tired like the other teachers. She was correcting papers and was absorbed in her task. I watched her, not daring to interrupt. Presently she threw back her head and gave a little laugh.
Then she saw me. “Why, how do you do?” She rose. “Come and sit down.”
I felt she was as glad to see me as though she had expected me.
“I feel you can help me,” I groped toward her.
“I hope I can.” She grasped my outstretched hands and led me to a chair which seemed to be waiting for me.
A strange gladness filled me.