After they had retrieved the old weapon and taken their leave of Colonel Stark, they walked quietly through the streets of Medford hand in hand.
Kitty should have been relieved that she would have no painful scene with Tom, but she could not help feeling rueful at the knowledge that he had preferred red-haired Jeanie all the time.
“You’re lucky,” Gerry assured her. “I wish—I wish I could get out of it so easy with Sally Rose.”
He kissed her on the steps of the Fulton house.
“I don’t know when I’ll be back, Kitty,” he said. “It may take me a long time to make my own way. And you—now your grandmother’s dead, where will you go?”
“I think I’ll go back to her old house and wait till you come for me. You’ve never been to Newburyport, but you can find the way. You’ll be gone tomorrow, and I’m going to Cambridge and get old Timothy and take him home.”
“Will Sally Rose go with you?” he asked.
“What do you think?” said Kitty. “Look there!” She pointed to the parlor window just to the left of the front door.
Sally Rose was standing inside the parlor. She was smiling up into the eyes of a tall young captain who wore the blue and white of the Connecticut line. She let her lashes veil her eyes and opened her pretty lips. “We’ve none such handsome lads in Massachusetts—” she said.
Gerry Malory swallowed. Then he began to laugh. “Where, oh where,” he exclaimed, “have I heard those words before?”