Something in his voice made the young doctor lay his hand on his shoulder and say quietly: "My dear fellow, don't begin to dread that which may never come. There should be years of light before you. Only you'll have to be careful."
They stood now in the door of the Garden Room. The sun was shining, the snow was melting. There was the acrid smell of box from the hedge beyond.
"I hate caution," said young Geoffrey; "I want to do as I please."
"So does every man," said Richard, "but life teaches him that he can't."
"Oh, Life," scoffed Geoffrey Fox; "life isn't a school. It is a joy ride, with rocks ahead."
CHAPTER IX
In Which Anne, Passing a Shop, Turns In.
Anne had the Crossroads ball much on her mind. She spoke to Beulah about it.