ER XX
Winter relaxed its clutch slowly that year. March was bitterly cold;
even April found the roads still frozen and the hedgerows clustered with
ice. But at mid-day there was spring in the air. In the courtyard of the
hospital, convalescents sat on the benches and watched for robins. The
fountain, which had frozen out, was being repaired. Here and there on
ward window-sills tulips opened their gaudy petals to the sun.
Harriet had gone abroad for a flying trip in March and came back laden
with new ideas, model gowns, and fresh enthusiasm. She carried out and
planted flowers on her sister's grave, and went back to her work with a
feeling of duty done. A combination of crocuses and snow on the ground
had given her an inspiration for a gown. She drew it in pencil on an
envelope on her way back in the street car.
Grace Irving, having made good during the white sales, had been sent to
the spring cottons. She began to walk with her head higher. The day she
sold Sidney material for a simple white gown, she was very happy. Once
a customer brought her a bunch of primroses. All day she kept them under
the counter in a glass of water, and at evening she took them to Johnny
Rosenfeld, still lying prone in the hospital.
On Sidney, on K., and on Christine the winter had left its mark heavily.
Christine, readjusting her life to new conditions, was graver, more
thoughtful. She was alone most of the time now. Under K.'s guidance, she
had given up the "Duchess" and was reading real books. She was thinking
real thoughts, too, for the first time in her life.
Sidney, as tender as ever, had lost a little of the radiance from her
eyes; her voice had deepened. Where she had been a pretty girl, she
was now lovely. She was back in the hospital again, this time in the
children's ward. K., going in one day to take Johnny Rosenfeld a basket
of fruit, saw her there with a child in her arms, and a light in her
eyes that he had never seen before. It hurt him, rather--things being as
they were with him. When he came out he looked straight ahead.
With the opening of spring the little house at Hillfoot took on fresh
activities. Tillie was house-cleaning with great thoroughness. She
scrubbed carpets, took down the clean curtains, and put them up again
freshly starched. It was as if she found in sheer activity and fatigue a
remedy for her uneasiness.
Business had not been very good. The impeccable character of the little
house had been ag
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