Sisters by Kathleen Thompson Norris
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"Come save me!" she shrieked in the old way, with the old laugh of terror and delight. He jumped to her rescue, clearing the creek in a shallow place with two splashing bounds, and catching her before her laughing cry had fully died away in the silent arches of the forest. "You maniac!" he scolded, as warm, tumbled, and penitent she half slipped and half yielded herself to his hold. "Come over here now, and sit down, and unpack the eats! I can't have my wife drowned before my eyes--" The title brought a sudden flood of colour to her face; she meekly seated herself beside him on a great log, and he locked his arm about her. They sat so long in the wet, sweet, sun-warmed forest, hands clasped, that nesting birds flew boldly about them, unafraid, and two wildcats, trotting softly in single file, green eyes blinking, passed within a few inches of them unseeing. "This," said Peter, after awhile, "is pleasant." He thought she did not answer, except by a faint tightening of her fingers. But deep down in her heart she said: "This--is marriage." |
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