12/26 The thought of the round-about way in which Lucy had sent for Martha did not dull its melody. That ruse, she knew, came from the foolish pride of youth, the pride that could not meet defeat. Underneath it she detected, with a thrill, the love of home; this, after all, was what her sister could not do without. That affair, as she had predicted and had repeatedly told Martha, had worn itself out and had been replaced by her love of music. |