“We always did seem to understand each other,” she laughed; “probably because I always talk back to him.”
“I’M NOT LOSING ANYTHING; AND BESIDES, I’M
HAVING A MIGHTY GOOD TIME”
“He’s much gentler than he looks or talks; and he means to be kind and just,” replied Nan, knowing in her heart that she had frequently questioned both his kindness and his justice. “I hope you will stop and see us, very soon. Papa’s getting too much of my company; it would cheer him a lot to see you.”
“I never make calls, you know,” said Mrs. Copeland, smiling, “but I’m going to accept your invitation.”
Bitterness and resentment, traces of which Nan had sought in this cheery, alert little woman, were not apparent. Her kindness and sweetness and tolerance, as of the fields themselves, impressed Nan deeply.
In saying good-bye Nan impulsively put out both hands.
“I wish we could be good friends!” she exclaimed.
Her face flushed scarlet the moment she had spoken, but Fanny’s manner betrayed no agitation.
“Let’s consider that we’re already old friends,” she responded, smiling into the girl’s eyes.