When she was alone, she went in and looked at the babies. Junior had taken some of the animals to bed with him, and they trailed over the white cover—tiny tigers and elephants, lions and giraffes. Little Julia hugged her doll. How sweet she was, and such a baby!
And in the hospital Judy’s arms ached to enfold that warm little body: Judy’s heart beat with fear lest they should never enfold her again!
The bell rang. Jane, going to the door, found herself shaking with excitement.
Frederick came in and took both of her hands in his. “I’m terribly sorry about the sister. Is there anything I can do?”
She shook her head. She could hardly speak. “I thought if you wouldn’t mind, we’d go for a ride. And we can talk.”
“Good. Get your wraps.” He released her hands, and she went into the other room. As she looked into the mirror she saw that her cheeks were crimson.
She brought out her coat and he held it for her. “Is this warm enough? You ought to have a fur coat.”
“Oh, I shall be warm,” she said.
As he preceded her down the stairs, Towne turned and looked up at her. “You are wearing my rose,” he told her, ardently; “you are like a rose yourself.”
She would not have been a woman if she had not liked his admiration. And he was strong and adoring and distinguished. She had a sense of almost happy excitement as he lifted her into the car.