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ANNE’S HOUSE OF DREAMS

was living over there alone and Owen going to see her. They are doing enough of it as it is, because she doesn’t put on mourning. I said to one of them, ‘If you mean she should put on mourning for George Moore, it seems to me more like his resurrection than his funeral; and if it’s Dick you mean, I confess I can’t see the propriety of going into weeds for a man who died thirteen years ago and good riddance then!’ And when old Louisa Baldwin remarked to me that she thought it very strange that Leslie should never have suspected it wasn’t her own husband I said, ‘You never suspected it wasn’t Dick Moore, and you were next-door neighbor to him all his life, and by nature you’re ten times as suspicious as Leslie.’ But you can’t stop some people’s tongues, Anne, dearie, and I’m real thankful Leslie will be under your roof while Owen is courting her.”

Owen Ford came to the little house one August evening when Leslie and Anne were absorbed in worshipping the baby. He paused at the open door of the living room, unseen by the two within, gazing with greedy eyes at the beautiful picture. Leslie sat on the floor with the baby in her lap, making ecstatic dabs at his fat little hands as he fluttered them in the air.

“Oh, you dear, beautiful, beloved baby,” she mumbled, catching one wee hand and covering it with kisses.

“Isn’t him ze darlingest itty sing,” crooned Anne,

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