She found herself able to be quite
gentle and patient with Mrs. Phillips. Even the sloppy kisses she came
to bear without a shudder down her spine.
"I know you are only doing it because you sympathize with his aims and
want him to win," acknowledged the good lady. "But I can't help feeling
grateful to you. I don't feel how useless I am while I've got you to run
to."
They still discussed their various plans for the amelioration and
improvement of humanity; but there seemed less need for haste than they
had thought. The world, Joan discovered, was not so sad a place as she
had judged it. There were chubby, rogue-eyed children; whistling lads
and smiling maidens; kindly men with ruddy faces; happy mothers crooning
over gurgling babies. There was no call to be fretful and vehement. They
would work together in patience and in confidence. God's sun was
everywhere. It needed only that dark places should be opened up and it
would enter.
Sometimes, seated on a lichened log, or on the short grass of some
sloping hillside, looking down upon some quiet valley, they would find
they had been holding hands while talking.
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