She smiled as she watched him.
"What was he talking about?" Gilbert asked, kneeling on the floor, and
folding one rug that had slipped away.
"Oh, nothing," Lucia Pell answered. "You know how old people babble on
sometimes about nothing." She turned and looked at him. Still the same
handsome Gilbert! "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. You know how young people go on doing nothing. I'm just rolling
up these rugs and blankets. I'm going to send them away."
Lucia saw the beautiful pattern of one Navajo as Gilbert held it, unfolded,
from the floor. She came over to him.
"You're sending them away--when they're so exquisite?" she asked. "This
flaming one--" she picked it up and draped it around her. "Why, it's like
the sunset. And you do have such beautiful sunsets here, Gil."
"I got them up especially, in honor of your visit," Jones said; and then he
remembered how many times a remark like that must have been made, by many a
lover, as if it were quite original, as if no one had ever thought of it
before!
But Lucia took him seriously, dropped the wonderful blanket and went over
to the door again. "I never grow tired of this view, Gil. It's almost as if
God were an artist and had spilt the colors from His palette.
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