12/48 It doesn't soothe me as it ought to; I fall too easily into the habit of pulling my neighbor's mind into pieces. Gossip and weddings and funerals; your reputation in shreds, your best girl married, your best friend dead. I find myself nearer Heaven when I'm alone in the fields. But I've been thinking, Aunty." "About what ?" "About coming home to stay." "Oh, Richard, if you only would!" sitting beside him and folding him in her arms. |