I shall pass over lightly the following week, during which the Familey
was packing for the country and all the servants were in a bad humer.
In the mornings I took lessons driving the car, which I called the Arab,
from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;
From the Dessert I come to thee,
On my Arab shod with fire.
The instructer had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name,
because very likly no one else would think of having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because, if one realy
loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn't it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the
Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not terratory."
But I saw that he did not understand.
How few there are who realy understand! How many of us, as I, stand
thirsty in the market place, holding out a cup for a kind word or
for some one who sees below the surface, and recieve nothing but
indiference!
On Tuesday the Grays went to their country house, and Tom came over to
say good-bye. Jane had told him he could come, as the Familey would be
out.
The thought of the coming seperation, although but for four days, caused
me deep greif. Although engaged for only a short time, already I felt
how it feels to know that in the vicinaty is some one dearer than Life
itself. I felt I must speak to some one, so I observed to Hannah that I
was most unhappy, but not to ask me why.
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