They are laughing at us Waldo."
Both sat looking upward.
"Do you ever pray?" he asked her in a low voice.
"No."
"I never do; but I might when I look up there. I will tell you," he added,
in a still lower voice, "where I could pray. If there were a wall of rock
on the edge of a world, and one rock stretched out far, far into space, and
I stood alone upon it, alone, with stars above me, and stars below me,--I
would not say anything; but the feeling would be prayer."
There was an end to their conversation after that, and Doss fell asleep on
her knee. At last the night-wind grew very chilly.
"Ah," she said, shivering, and drawing the skirt about her shoulders, "I am
cold. Span-in the horses, and call me when you are ready."
She slipped down and walked toward the house, Doss stiffly following her,
not pleased at being roused. At the door she met Gregory.
"I have been looking for you everywhere; may I not drive you home?" he
said.
"Waldo drives me," she replied, passing on; and it appeared to Gregory that
she looked at him in the old way, without seeing him. But before she had
reached the door an idea had occurred to her, for she turned.
"If you wish to drive me you may."
Gregory went to look for Em, whom he found pouring out coffee in the back
room. He put his hand quickly on her shoulder.
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