They came and went like phantoms, with as little
consciousness of their own best interests as of the great, moving
powers of the world about them. They felt no throes of envy, no
bitterness. They loved and worked and "went their way."
For once the pastor was powerless in the presence of grief. Both
he and Mandy left the room quietly, feeling that Polly wished to
be spared the outburst of tears that a sympathetic word might
bring upon her. They allowed her to remain alone for a time,
then Mandy entered softly with a tender good night and Douglas
followed her cheerily as though nothing at all had happened.
It was many weeks before Polly again became a companion to
Douglas and Mandy, but they did not intrude upon her grief. They
waited patiently for the time when youth should again assert
itself, and bring back their laughing mate to them.
Chapter VIII
When Polly understood that Toby was ACTUALLY GONE, it seemed to
her that she could never laugh again. She had been too young to
realise the inevitableness of death when it came to her mother,
and now she could scarcely believe that Toby would never, never
come back to her. She felt that she must be able to DRAG him
back, that she could not go on without him. She wanted to tell
him how grateful she was for all his care of her.
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