It never entered
her head that she was anything but privileged to be able to slave
for him. He was always and supremely worth while. Nancy's only
terrors were that something would happen to rob her of the honour.
She wanted no other company; Junior was her world, except when
Saturday's noon train brought Bert. She told her husband, and
meant it, that she was too happy; they did not need the world.
But sometimes the world intruded, and turned Nancy's hard-won
philosophy to ashes. She did not want to be idle, and she did not
want to be rich, but when she saw women younger than herself, in
no visible way inferior, who were both, her calm was shattered for
a time.
One day she and Bert wheeled the boy, in his small cart, down a
pleasant unfamiliar roadway, and across a rustic bridge, and,
smiling over their adventure, found themselves close to a low,
wide-spreading Colonial house, with striped awnings shading its
wide porches, and girls and men in white grouped about a dozen
tea-tables. Tennis courts were near by, and several motor-cars
stood beside the pebbled drive.
A gray-uniformed attendant came to them, civilly. Did they wish to
see some member of the club! "Oh, it is a club then," Bert asked,
a little too carelessly.
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