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refrigerator" Olga told MIN, AID
I'll make some coffee"
We adjourned to the xitchen,
and helped Olga make the coffee.
Mimi, with her train always In
the way, cut bread for toast, Andy
broiled the bacon, Bernlce scram-
bled eggs, and the rest OF the
crowd set the table. 1t seemed all
very fantastic to me.
was not hungry, and when they
trooped into the dining room l did
not follow them. l went out OF
doors where the wind blew chill.
Light was creeping through the
forests, but so faint was it that the
trees seemed spectral, unsubstan-
tial. I walked under them. l did
not know where was going.
only knew that my mind was in
turmoil; that the events Of the
day had crowded in upon me until
I was tense with conflicting emo
! tons.
Then through the silence or the
woods a voice called, Jerry"
turned and saw Mimi coming
toward me. Suddenly the ghostly
forest seemed to enfold us. Only
with an effort could I keep my
self from holding out my arms to
her, so confident did feel that /
had drawn her to me.
Jerry" she said breathlessly,
as she came up, what made you
run away from the others 2"
What made you?
81 don't know" She VAS gazing
at me in a half-dazed fashion. Il
| looked for you, and you weren't
there-and I came to find YOU"
"And now that you have found
me-what 2"
II want you to go back with ma
it is freezing out here, and
everybody is drinking coffee"
She stopped, then went on hur-
riedly: But didn't come to say
that. LOVED your play, jerry"
She was close to me and laid her
hand on my arm.
laid my own hand over Il.
"Yet you laughed at it,
mo! But it was so true that /
hated it. Love might be like
that, Jerry, if there were any men
in the world like your cobbler."
stood looking down at her.
There might be man."
"No, no! Oh! What do you
know about men? And you ought
not to write of the kind who don't
exist. You'll make women think
that some day they may meet
them, and the kind they meet are
Andy Fullers!"
She flung his name at me with
scorn. was surprised at her
frankness. Yet 1 will say this,
that then and ever after she was
frank with me.
why not let the Andy Fullers
go?"
"Oh, Andy is the apple on the
tree in this Garden of Eden. He's
always tempting me. I adore the
things he does for me, and I should
miss them dreadfully if he didn't
do them"
"Would you miss-him 2"
II don't know, Jerry. 1 am
afraid I should"
We stood there in the spectral
forest, staring at each other.
At last Mimi said: "Oh, let's
go in. They'll be looking for U.S."
They were looking for her-or,
at least, Andy Fuller was. He
came upon us suddenly, and when
he saw her with her hand on my
arm, anger leaped into his eyes.
But his voice was unrufded.
IT thought you were lost, Mimi"
'No. I came out to tell Jerry
that I liked his play" It was her
defiance, flung in answer to that
look in his eyes.
Again the fame leaped up, but
he stfll kept his voice to that un-
ruffled note. "Well, why didn't
you tell him in a warmer place?
You'd better get back to the fire.
And everybody is going to bed"
"Oh, why go to bed," she de-
manded, when the day is just be-
ginning? could stay out here
forever"
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