Laura Ormsby lay awake in her bed at night thinking of her life. She
had a world of fancies in which she at such times lived. In her dream
world a thousand stirring adventures came to her. She imagined a
letter received through the mail, telling of an intrigue in which
David's name was coupled with that of another woman and lay abed
quietly hugging the thought. She looked at the face of the sleeping
David tenderly. "Poor hard-pressed boy," she muttered. "I shall be
resigned and cheerful and lead him gently back to his old place in my
heart."
In the morning after a night spent in this dream world Laura looked at
David, so cool and efficient, and was irritated by his efficiency.
When he playfully dropped his hand upon her shoulder she drew away and
sitting opposite him at breakfast watched him reading the morning
paper all unconscious of the rebel thoughts in her mind.
Once after she had moved to Chicago and after Margaret's return from
college Laura had the faint suggestion of an adventure. Although it
turned out tamely it lingered in her mind and in some way sweetened
her thoughts.
She was alone on a sleeping car coming from New York. A young man sat
in a seat opposite her and the two fell into talk. As she talked Laura
imagined herself eloping with the young man and under her lashes
looked sharply at his weak and pleasant face.
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