“They--the stars!” she said, softly. “Do you not see? There is a little white, mocking finger pointing down at us from each one of them! We are talking of tomorrow and tomorrow, and our hearts are so strong; we are not thinking of something that can touch us softly in the dark and make us still forever. They are laughing at us Waldo.”
“Do you ever pray?” he asked her in a low voice.
“I never do; but I might when I look up there. I will tell you,” he added, in a still lower voice, “where I could pray. If there were a wall of rock on the edge of a world, and one rock stretched out far, far into space, and I stood alone upon it, alone, with stars above me, and stars below me,--I would not say anything; but the feeling would be prayer.”
There was an end to their conversation after that, and Doss fell asleep on her knee. At last the night-wind grew very chilly.
“Ah,” she said, shivering, and drawing the skirt about her shoulders, “I am cold. Span-in the horses, and call me when you are ready.”
She slipped down and walked toward the house, Doss stiffly following her, not pleased at being roused. At the door she met Gregory.
“I have been looking for you everywhere; may I not drive you home?” he said.
“Waldo drives me,” she replied, passing on; and it appeared to Gregory that she looked at him in the old way, without seeing him. But before she had reached the door an idea had occurred to her, for she turned.
Gregory went to look for Em, whom he found pouring out coffee in the back room. He put his hand quickly on her shoulder.
“You must ride with Waldo; I am going to drive your cousin home.”
“But I can’t come just now, Greg; I promised Tant Annie Muller to look after the things while she went to rest a little.”
“Well, you can come presently, can’t you? I didn’t say you were to come now. I’m sick of this thing,” said Gregory, turning sharply on his heel. “Why must I sit up the whole night because your stepmother chooses to get married?”
“Oh, it’s all right, Greg, I only meant--”
But he did not hear her, and a man had come up to have his cup filled.
An hour after Waldo came in to look for her, and found her still busy at the table.
“The horses are ready,” he said; “but if you would like to have one dance more I will wait.”