III
If she thought of the coat through the day, there was no sign of it in her face. She went about her work with busy, preoccupied look. She did the dishes, and dusted and made beds and went to market; and after luncheon, which she had by herself on the porch, she lay down, a little while, watching the streaks of light that came through the blind-slats and fell across the matting, and almost reached to the bed... and when she saw them again, they were lying along the pillow close to her—and it was five o’clock.
She sprang up with a little exclamation and hurried to the kitchen.
But, after all, Richard was late, and everything was ready when he came.
He cast a happy look about the room,
“Nice home!” he said.
She smiled and set the dinner on the table.
“You were late.”