Any two persons who were reasonably civilized and self-controlled could get on together, if they tried. They might not be particularly happy in doing so, but they could do it, if they tried.
“We didn’t really try, either of us,” he thought.
It was too late now to start again. There was too much to be forgiven and forgotten; but these children should not suffer.
III
The next day was Sunday, and Blakie had promised to take the two girls into the country for a picnic; but at breakfast he suggested another plan.
“Suppose we go and see mother,” he said.
Renie’s sensitive face grew scarlet, but Martha frowned a queer little anxious frown. She couldn’t understand this.
“We’ll go early,” he went on, “so that she won’t be out.”
He sent them into the kitchen to talk to the cook, while he went into Martha’s room to repack their bag. They would not come back to these gay little pink and blue rooms![Pg 543]
Then he took the bag downstairs, put it under the seat in the car, and went up to fetch the children. He would not tell them they were not coming back. If he could help it, there should not be another cruel parting for them.