And you'd never met till you started on
the trail? Isn't that romantic?"
Susan was gratified. To hear David thus commended by other women
increased his value. If it did not make her love him more, it made her
feel the pride of ownership in a desirable possession. There was
complacence in her voice as she cited his other gifts.
"He's very learned. He's read all kinds of books. My father says it's
wonderful how much he's read. And he can recite poetry, verses and
verses, Byron and Milton and Shakespeare. He often recites to me when
we're riding together."
This acquirement of the lover's did not elicit any enthusiasm from
Bella.
"Well, did you ever!" she murmured absently, counting stitches under
her breath and then pulling a needle out of the heel, "Reciting poetry
on horseback!"
But it impressed Lucy, who, still in the virgin state with fancy free
to range, was evidently inclined to romance:
"When you have a little log house in California and live in it with him
he'll recite poetry to you in the evening after the work's done. Won't
that be lovely?"
Susan made no response.
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