When for me there are no
more to-morrows.
I think I shall like Mr. Hynes; he's almost one of the family, for he is
betrothed to Milly, and I'm glad--ah, so glad I'm not she! What a life she
looks forward to--each day exactly like its fellows; a droning, monotonous
existence, keeping house, overseeing the cooking--perhaps doing it
herself; for he's only a young lawyer, just starting in life!
But I like his face, so full of impulse and imagination. I believe he's a
man who might go far and achieve much. Why should he handicap himself with
an early marriage?
It's well enough for Milly; she doesn't understand her limitations. Why,
she's almost as eager over to-morrow as if it could mean to her what it
does to me; and that is an outlook into a life so glad, so wonderful!
Dear, good Aunt Frank proposed the tea before my trunks were fairly
unpacked.
"Won't your Professor give you a holiday from--is it microbes you study?"
she inquired. "Sure they're not dangerous?"
"The afternoon tea bacillus is not wholly innocuous," suggested Uncle,
pinching her cheek.
It was good to see the loving look that reproved and repaid him.
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