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as you like . . . Maggie Fitts would manage Tanner House. Why not? She could do it as well as I, except, of course, that she wouldn't mother the girls as I had.
"Come back, Jean," they all said wistfully, as one by one they kissed me goodbye when my train pulled into the station.
I smiled as I kissed them back. "You'll all be married and gone by the time I get back. I'll write to all of you!"
Then they were gone and Walter was there, handing me a small florist's box and a handful of magazines, looking down at me. Then he repeated what the girls had said. "Come back, Jean. We'll — I'll still be here."
I reached up and gently kissed his cheek, and shook my head. "No, Walter. Even if I should ever come back to Penbury, it wouldn't be to you. I don't know how else to say it."
"I guess I've known it a long time, anyway." He sighed. "Here, up you go. Don't forget to write."
I looked back at them from my window until they, and the station, and Penbury itself were far behind.
How different the countryside looked from a train window. I had driven often between Penbury and Eustace, but never had it looked like this — open, field beyond field, stretching to the horizon. I had never let my eyes wander to the horizon before; now I was free to watch the far, thin line of meeting earth and sky, free to wonder what beyond-the-horizon would be like.
The train settled into a steady chugging. Walter's flower box was still in my hands; absently I untied the ribbon, lifted out a single orchid — an orchid!
As I pinned it on, a queer sensation traveled over me. It started at the tips of my new slim calfskin shoes, wandered uo to the top of my head. Someone— someone across the aisle — was watching me. I knew instantly that it was a man. I don't know how I knew, except that there was a challenge in the air, as though he were silently daring me to look up. I became suddenly conscious of the way my ankles looked, of the fit of the new green wool suit, of the unfamiliar mist of veil that tied the tiptilted little green hat to my head. Slowly, steadily, I finished pinning the orchid to my shoulder. Slowly I raised my head.
In a second's time, I was going to turn, to meet the challenge in the eyes that were watching me.
Romantic Exciting
PERRY MASON
and the assistants who help solve the mysteries he unearths —
IN LIVING PORTRAITS
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RADIO ROMANCES
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