CHAPTER XXVIII
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“Itis,”sheagreed,“mostgloriouslyandentirelyoutoftheworld.”
“Andyouarereallyhappy,dear?”askedCousinGeorgianawistfully.
“Ireallyam,”saidValancygravely,hereyesdancing.
“Marriageissuchaseriousthing,”sighedCousinGeorgiana.
“Whenit’sgoingtolastlong,”agreedValancy.
CousinGeorgianadidnotunderstandthisatall.ButitworriedherandshelayawakeatnightswonderingwhatValancymeantbyit.
ValancylovedherBlueCastleandwascompletelysatisfiedwithit.Thebigliving-roomhadthreewindows,allcommandingexquisiteviewsofexquisiteMistawis.Theoneintheendoftheroomwasanorielwindow—whichTomMacMurray,Barneyexplained,hadgotoutofsomelittle,old“upback”churchthathadbeensold.ItfacedthewestandwhenthesunsetsfloodeditValancy’swholebeingkneltinprayerasifinsomegreatcathedral.Thenewmoonsalwayslookeddownthroughit,thelowerpineboughsswayedaboutthetopofit,andallthroughthenightsthesoft,dimsilverofthelakedreamedthroughit.
Therewasastonefireplaceontheotherside.Nodesecratinggasimitationbutarealfireplacewhereyoucouldburnreallogs.Withabiggrizzlybearskinonthefloorbeforeit,andbesideitahideous,red-plushsofaofTomMacMurray’srégime.Butitsuglinesswashiddenbysilver-greytimberwolfskins,andVala
