What do you say to a slice of cold roast beef and
some apple pie?"
"Nay, mother, I'm not beef hungry. I'll have the apple pie, and a
pitcher of new milk."
"And then thou must go to bed and settle thyself with a good, deep
sleep."
"To be sure, mother. Joy tires a man as trouble does, but a deep sleep
will rest and steady me."
So John went to the deep, steadying sleep he needed; it was Mrs. Hatton
who watched the midnight hours away in anxious thought and careful
forebodings. She had not worried much about Harry's passion for Lucy
Lugur. She was sure that his Mediterranean trip would introduce him to
girls so much lovelier than Lucy that he would practically have
forgotten her when he returned. Harry had been in love with half a dozen
girls before Lucy. She let Harry slip out of her consideration.
John's case was different. It was vitally true and intense. She
understood that John must marry or be miserable, and she faced the
situation with brimming eyes and a very heavy heart. She had given John
her loving sympathy, and she would not retract a word of it to him.
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