Mina
Murray's Journal12 August My expectations were wrong, for twice
during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out. She seemed, even in
her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to
bed under a sort of protest. I woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping
outside of the window. Lucy woke, too, and I was glad to see, was even better
than on the previous morning. All her old gaiety of manner seemed to have come
back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about Arthur. I told
her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort me. Well,
she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them
more bearable. |
