“Somebody that went and married somebody else,” Sophie answered glumly. “And so Miss Ruth stayed single. And folks say her heart is broke——”
“Just like in the moving-pictures, Sophie!”
“Only it’s a lot harder when it’s real, and not make-believe.”
“Some day maybe that man’ll get free and come back to Miss Ruth,” suggested Phœbe. “And then she’ll marry him, and they’ll be happy for the rest of their lives.”
“No.” Sophie shook her head with finality. “It won’t end that way. You see, the man Miss Ruth loves has got a brother that also happens to be in love with her.”
“My, what a lot of gentlemen love Miss Ruth,” marveled Phœbe. “Doesn’t that make three?”
“Maybe. But the trouble is that the one brother just won’t ever take her from the other brother, and so neither’ll marry her. And I’m afraid the picture’s goin’ to end sad.”
She started away. And presently Phœbe, watching, saw Sophie meet that man who had been slowly approaching in the distance. The man turned with Sophie, and the two disappeared down the long, tree-shaded street. The man, then, was Sophie’s beau!
Phœbe turned houseward. The world was just full, she reflected, of good moving-pictures that no one seemed to be using.