"You were there six months ago!" Martin reminded her.
"Eight months ago, Mart."
"What you want to go for?"
"Oh, just--just--" Cherry's irrepressible tears angered herself almost as much as they did Martin. "I think they'd like me to!" she faltered.
"Go if you want to!" he said, but she knew she could not go on that word.
"That's it," she said at last to herself, in one of her solitary hours. "I'm married, and this is marriage. For the rest of my life it'll be Mart and I--Mart and I--in everything! For richer for poorer, for better for worse-that's marriage. He doesn't beat me, and we have enough money, and perhaps there are a lot of other women worse off than I am. But it's--it's funny."
CHAPTER IX
In January, however, he came home one noon to find her hatted and wrapped to go.
"Oh, Mart--it's Daddy!" she said. "He's ill--I've got to see him! He's awfully ill."