"How long have you lived here?"
"We came last summer. Dale wanted to work where there were machines and
he got a job in the Forsyth Mills."
"You are planning to go back to New York and study?"
Beryl's face clouded. "Sometime. But I can't until I earn the money, and
it takes such a lot."
"Yes, and courage, too," added the lawyer softly, as though he were
speaking to himself.
Beryl abruptly lifted her violin from her lap to put it in the case. As
she did so, its head caught in the string of green beads which, in
honor of the occasion, she was wearing. The slender cord that held them
snapped and the pretty beads scattered over the floor.
"Oh, dear!" cried Beryl, dismayed, dropping to her knees to find them.
Robin helped her search and in a few moments they had gathered them all.
"They're only beads but they're very old and a keepsake," Beryl
explained, in apology for her moment's alarm.
"They're pretty and they're darling on you!"
"A wonderful color." The lawyer took one and examined it. "If you care
for them you'd better let me take them back to New York with me and have
them strung on a wire that will not break.
Pages:
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282