But this grief
passed when he fully realized what Waitstill's presence at the
farm at this unaccustomed hour really meant. After he had been
told, he hung about her like the child that he was,--though he
had a bit of the hero in him, at bottom, too,--embracing her
waist fondly, and bristling with wondering questions.
"Is she really going to stay with us for always, Ivory?" he
asked.
"Every day and all the days; every night and all the nights.
'Praise God from whom all blessings flow!'" said Ivory, taking
off his fur cap and opening the door of the living-room. "But
we've got to wait for her a whole fortnight, Rod. Isn't that a
ridiculous snail of a law?"
"Patty didn't wait a fortnight."
"Patty never waited for anything," Ivory responded with a smile;
"but she had a good reason, and, alas! we haven't, or they'11 say
that we haven't. And I am very grateful to the same dear little
Patty, for when she got herself a husband she found me a wife!"
Rodman did not wholly understand this, but felt that there were
many mysteries attending the love affairs of grown-up people that
were too complicated for him to grasp; and it did not seem to be
just the right moment for questions.
Waitstill and Ivory went into Mrs.
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