Linda did
not seem to notice. She sat quietly looking at the Pacific and
thinking her own thoughts. When the fog became damp and chill,
she said they must be going, and so they went back to their cars
and drove home through the sheer wonder of the moonlight, through
the perfume of the orange orchards, hearing the night song of the
mockingbirds.
CHAPTER XXXIII. The Lady of the Iris
A few days later Linda and Peter went to San Francisco and helped
celebrate the marriage of Marian and Eugene Snow. They left
Marian in a home carefully designed to insure every comfort and
convenience she ever had planned, furnished in accordance with
her desires. Both Linda and Peter were charmed with little
Deborah Snow; she was a beautiful and an appealing child.
"It seems to me," said Linda, on the train going home, "that
Marian will get more out of life, she will love deeper, she will
work harder, she will climb higher in her profession than she
would have done if she had married John. It is difficult
sometimes, when things are happening, to realize that they are
for the best, but I really believe this thing has been for the
level best. I think Marian is going to be a bigger woman in San
Francisco than she ever would have been in Lilac Valley. With
that thought I must reconcile myself."
"And what about John?" asked Peter. "Is he going to be a bigger
man with Eileen than he would have been with Marian?"
"No," said Linda, "he is not.
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