han in my arms?"

I spent ten minutes telling Billy what a hippopotamus really looks like
as I put him to bed, but later, much as I should have liked to, I
couldn't consume that horrible dinner, that I had helped prepare at the
Johnsons', in the shelter of John's arms, and I had to face Alfred. Ruth
Clinton was there, and she faced him too.

A man that can't be happy with a woman who is willing to "fulfil his
destiny" doesn't deserve to be.

Then we came over here, and John had the most beautiful time persuading
Aunt Adeline how a good man like Mr. Carter would want his young widow
to be taken care of by being married to a safe friend of his instead of
being flighty and having folks wondering whom she would marry.

"You know yourself how hard a time a beautiful young widow has, Mrs.
Henderson," he said in the tone of voice that always makes his patients
glad to take his worst doses. He got his blessing and me--with a
warning.

A lovely night wind is blowing across my garden and bringing me
congratulations from all my flower family. Flowers are a part of love
and the wooing of it, and they understand. I am waiting for the light to
go out behind the tall trees over which the moon is stealthily sinking.
He promised me to put it out at once, and I'm watching the glow that
marks the place where my own two men creatures are going to rest, with
my heart in full song.

He needs rest, he is so very tired and worn. He confessed it as I stood
on the step above him to-night, after he had taken his own good night
from me out under the oak-tree. When he explained to me how his agony
over me for all these months had kept him walking the floor night after
night, not knowing that I was waiting for the light to go out, I gave
myself a sweetness that I am going to say a prayer for the last thing
before I sleep. I took his head in my arms and put my lips to that
drake-tail kiss-spot that has tempted me for I won't say how long. Then
I fled--and so did he!

I had about decided to burn this book, because I shan't need it any
longer, for he says he and Billy and I are going to play so much golf
and tennis that I shall keep as thin as he wants me to without any more
melting, or freezing, or starving, but perhaps he would like to read the
little red book.

***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MELTING OF MOLLY***

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