Instead she swallowed silently, looking out on
the rain. The picture of herself and David, alone in a log cabin
somewhere on the other side of the world, caused a sudden return of
yesterday's dejection. It rushed back upon her in a flood under which
her heart declined into bottomless depths. She felt as if actually
sinking into some dark abyss of loneliness and that she must clutch at
her father and Daddy John to stay her fall.
"We won't be alone," with a note of protest making her voice plaintive.
"My father and Daddy John will be there. I couldn't be separated from
them. I'd never get over missing them. They've been with me always."
Bella did not notice the tone, or maybe saw beyond it.
"You won't miss them when you're married," she said with her benign
content. "Your husband will be enough."
Lucy, with romance instead of a husband, agreed to this, and arranged
the programme for the future as she would have had it:
"They'll probably live near you in tents. And you'll see them often;
ride over every few days. But you'll want your own log house just for
yourselves."
This time Susan did not answer, for she was afraid to trust her voice.
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