TO THE LIGHTHOUSEpromise. Prue, a perfect angel with the others, andsometimes now, at night especially, she took one’sbreath away with her beauty. Andrew—even herhusband admitted that his gift for mathematics wasextraordinary. And Nancy and Roger, they wereboth wild creatures now, scampering about over thecountry all day long. As for Rose, her mouth wastoo big, but she had a wonderful gift with her hands.If they had charades, Rose made the dresses; madeeverything; liked best arranging tables, flowers,anything. She did not like it that Jasper should shootbirds; but it was only a stage; they all went throughstages. Why, she asked, pressing her chin on James’shead, should they grow up so fast? Why should theygo to school? She would have liked always to havehad a baby. She was happiest carrying one in herarms. Then people might say she was tyrannical,domineering, masterful, if they chose; she did notmind. And, touching his hair with her lips, shethought, he will never be so happy again, butstopped herself, remembering how it angered herhusband that she should say that. Still, it was true.They were happier now than they would ever beagain. A tenpenny tea set made Cam happy for days.She heard them stamping and crowing on the floorabove her head the moment they woke. They camebustling along the passage. Then the door sprang90
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