CHAPTER XLIII
MOLLY ARRANGES AFFAIRS
“Hullo!” said a voice.
Antony turned.
Molly’s dark head appeared above the bushes behind him.
“What are you crying for?” demanded Molly.
“I aren’t crying,” said Antony. And we may hope that the Recording Angel turned a deaf ear.
“You—” began Molly. But, after all, she was tactful. “I ’spect it’s just the sun in your eyes,” she remarked airily.
“It’s—it’s very sunny,” said Antony blinking.
Molly continued to look at him over the hedge. He looked at Molly.
And then Antony took a resolve. Perhaps instinct told him that a burden shared is a burden half-lightened.