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You know, Mr. Winship," she added a little shyly, "if you really aren't busy right this minute . . . and as long as I'm here . . . would it be very unbusinesslike if I asked you to sort of outline my duties for me? I'm afraid I don't know any, thing about law offices." "Not at all," I said. "Since we never interviewed one another, so to speak — as Patsy and I did — you couldn't be expected to know what the work will consist of. As a matter of fact, I'm not entirely certain myself! Three Rivers is still rather a closed book to me. But I'm quite certain that I can coach you as things come up. I don't anticipate any large, complex deals for some time." "No. It's not a dynamic town, this," Elizabeth said. "It's peaceful and slow. But it has its advantages . . . particularly for children, I should think." "Yes. So I am hoping. And of course it's they who are important right now." I felt, as we talked that first day, that there was much more Elizabeth would have liked to say — more about the children, perhaps, or about my own adjustment to life in Three Rivers. Even then I couldn't miss realizing that the outstanding factor in her personality, the thing that gave it so much warmth, was her desire, and her ability, to help. I suppose her first reaction to any troubled situation is always, "What can I do?" Fortunately for me, she was too sensitive and well-brought-up to probe. But as the days went by I began to suspect that in her own way Elizabeth was finding out a great deal about Sam Winship. I had no quarrel with her work — everything she did was done neatly, intelligently and quickly — but it was really surprising how much of the day seemed to be left for just . . . conversation. But for that matter, I reminded myself honestly, I'm finding out a great deal about Elizabeth too. And she was quite different from anyone I'd ever known — different as her father was different. The profound love they brought to their family relationships, the unquestioning loyalty and devotion to one another, were a little startling when most of the rest of the world is cynically prepared that sooner or later a bit of evil-doing may crop up anywhere, even among those they love. It was refreshing, too. I found I liked talking to Elizabeth Dennis. Sometimes I wondered about her social life. I knew there wasn't much. According to Patsy, half the town called on Althea the radiant one. Even Patsy herself had her admirer — one Otis J. Hopkins, six feet tall and an ardent "double-dome," to use Grayling's disrespectful term. But the young men weren't drawn to Elizabeth, it seemed. Or perhaps there weren't any young men around. And yet it was astonishing how lovely she was. Not like Althea. Few girls are like Althea. She was like a maneating orchid who had wandered into a country garden and couldn't wait to get out again. Elizabeth had a beauty that came and went, and kept you watching for it. It was partly the delicate profile of which I had such a good view from my desk, partly the fluid play of expression across her eyes and lips. I'm no judge of beauty. I only know that as I grew to know her better I was increasingly amazed that real life — marriage and home and babies — seemed to be passing her by. But try as I would, I could never find out that she minded. She had her father, her sisters and Grayling — her brood — and her job with me, which she seemed to believe were as much in life as any girl could want . . . That was a happy summer on the whole . . . far happier than anything I'd expected. I couldn't claim to be the busiest lawyer in the world, but there was enough to go on with — and somehow it wasn't important at the moment how much money I had in the bank. I guess Three Rivers and the Dennises between them were unkinking my nerves, and once I learned to go along with their easy rhythm the picture of myself as a country lawyer settled gently into place. I had my chess games with Reverend Dennis, and my arguments with his daughter . . . once in a while I stole a day and went picnicking with Patsy, Babby and the kids. There was a mutual admiration society if ever I saw one! It had been love at first sight, with Lulu, after a silent inspection, marching up to Patsy and, saying, "This one! I want her." Toby had said amiably, from his seven-year-old height of maturity, "Okay. Listen to America's Favorite Blonde MARIE WILSON in "MY FRIEND IRMA" Mondays, 10 to 10:30 DST • CBS • Read the gripping life story and get the gorgeous full color, autographed picture of Marie Wilson in June TRUE STORY now at newsstands.