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CHAPTER ZS

IL WAS SIlOWluS again. NOC
fast, sharp flakes but great white
ones that came slowly, as though
they made a lacy valentine, and
wanted the world to watch.
Barbara had a ski suit which
she had worn, now and then, at
the club to which weekend house
parties went on winter jaunts
when she was in college. She had
brought it with her. 1t resembled
a pair of old-fashioned brown
wooden overalls, with a yellow
shirt. Large brass buttons held
the costume together. There was
a yellow stocking cap and yellow
mittens that went with it. She
had ski boots, too.
When she came downstairs,
the group in the dining room was
scattering. She decided, on a
sudden impulse, to make some
sandwiches, and stay out until
Bobbie grew cold.
They found a hilltop with a nice
slope and skied a while. Then
they brought the skis back and
began to tramp. Now and then,
through the white network Of the
trees, they caught the gaiety of
other mixers costumes, or the
refuse of laughter left behind.
Barbara stopped suddenly, and
held the little boys hand tighter.
She had an unexplainable sense
that never again would she find
long stretches of white peace.
Hope, that had glowed like a can
die for shining moment that
morning when Garry had said:
could you make me just one
cake, please 2" had fiared it's last.
Now she knew why she had
come so suddenly from the lodge.
It was that look in Garry's eyes
when Wenda chatted with Jimmy
Minton. She did not want to see
Garry looking like that-looking
as though he were hurt and lost,
even as she had been-even as she
was now, at times. If he wanted
his yellow-haired rag doll, then
why didn't he seize her and make
off with her instead of letting
other people waste tears they
needed for themselves on his
problems
"Bobbie, always be glad you are
q mani" she told the child.
"You bet I'm glad I am." he
said. "Why?"
You can take anything in your
stride and when you do get hurt
everybody feels so sorry for you."
II won't get hurt" he answered.
IT wonder" she unused. Lets
go back, Bobbie."
It was about half a mile from
the Lodge, where the road forked,
that they came upon Wenda and
Jimmy Minton. They were deep
ly engrossed in some subject of
conversation, and only Bobbie's
excited: Aunt Wenda, Aunt
Wendaw made them wave indiffer-
ent hands as they went back to
their theme.
Julia's confidence, half-lingering
on the fringes of Barbara's mind,
moved in a little closer. Wenda
seemed to be on good terms with
the playboy.
But when the whole party gath
cred presently in the long room
that held the swimming pool,
Wenda was devoted to Garry and
paid no attention to Jimmy Min
ton. Purposely Barbara had
brought along a green bathing
suit instead Of the yellow one
which she had worn a time or two
with Garry, last September, be-
fore the beaches closed. The pool
was warm, and it's green waters
We're reflected in the glass ceiling.
There were sun lamps and gay
chairs and parasols along the
pools edge. Natalie had paid her
price, for wealth and ease. She
had been repaid richly in the coin
for which she reckoned.
Barbara stretched out lazily on
the water and f1oated but, when
she heard Garry and Wenda's
merry voices nearby, she began to
swim in earnest. She had to!
She must not remember those few
afternoons on Atlantic beaches
near New York when she and
Garry had tumbled through white
breakers, rested under striped UNI
brellas, summed themselves, talked
and weressilent.
You could throw away souvenirs
when a party was over. If YOU
didn't hear music for a Ions. time,
you could forget how the melody
went. Why couldn't you pack all
your memories in a trunk and ad-.
dress it to Timbuctoo? Only, even
If you did address it to Tinnbuctoo.
Singapore, Madagascar, you would
find it waiting for you in the hall
outside your door when yol. came
home at night. There should be
some che m cal manufactured
which would destroy memories.
A strange young man was saw