The instructer had not heard the song, but he said it was
a good name, because very likly no one else would think of
having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because,
if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn't it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty
place in the Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not
terratory."
But I saw that he did not understand.
How few there are who realy understand! How many of us, as
I, stand thirsty in the market place, holding out a cup for a
kind word or for some one who sees below the surface, and
recieve nothing but indiference!
On Tuesday the Grays went to their country house, and Tom
came over to say good-bye. Jane had told him he could come, as
the Familey would be out.
The thought of the coming seperation, although but for four
days, caused me deep greif. Although engaged for only a short
time, already I felt how it feels to know that in the vicinaty
is some one dearer than Life itself.
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