“Oh, pshaw, Julia!” the colonel exclaimed. “I love Grace—you know I do. I suppose it’s because I love her that I feel so about this. Maybe I’m jealous of the city, to think that it has weaned her away from us. I don’t mean all I say, sometimes; but really I am broken up at the thought of her going. It seems to me that it may be just the beginning of the end of the beautiful life that we have all led here for so many years.”
“Have you ever thought that some day our own children may want to go?” she asked.
“I won’t think about it!” he exploded.
“I hope you won’t have to,” she said; “but it’s going to be pretty hard on the boy after Grace goes.”
“Do you think he’ll want to go?” the colonel asked. His voice sounded suddenly strange and pleading, and there was a suggestion of pain and fear in his eyes that she had never seen there before in all the years that she had known him. “Do you think he’ll want to go?” he repeated in a voice that no longer sounded like his own.
“Stranger things have happened,” she replied, forcing a smile, “than a young man wanting to go out into the world and win his spurs!”
“Let’s not talk about it, Julia,” the colonel said presently. “You are right, but I don’t want to think about it. When it comes will be time enough to meet it. If my boy wants to go, he shall go—and he shall never know how deeply his father is hurt!”
“There they are now,” said Mrs. Pennington. “I hear them in the patio. Children!” she called. “Here we are on the north porch!”
They came through the house together, brother and sister, their arms about each other.
“Cus says I am too young to get married,” exclaimed the girl.