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"Is Jay a man for soft soap?"
"No," she smiled a little, "he certainly isn't, ordinarily. But what am I to make of it? Here he was praising Jay to the skies on the one hand and on the other, why practically in the same breath, telling me one reason after another why it would be plain foolhardiness to marry him. What would you think!"
"Can't you see that both things might be so-or that he might very sincerely have felt that both things were so, rather?"
Mary thought a moment. "I don't know, Aunt Ha
"You learned how yourself, Mary."
"Did I!"
"You learned there was a lot in what your father-in all our misgivings, but learning it never changed your essential opinion of him, did it? You found you could realize both things at once."
"That's true. Yes. I did."
"We had to learn more and more that was good. You had to learn more and more that wasn't so good."
Mary looked at her with smiling defiance. "All the same, blind as I began it," she said, "I was more right than Papa, wasn't I? It wasn't a mistake. Papa was right there'd be trouble-more than he'll ever know or any of you-but it wasn't a mistake. Was it?"
Don't ask me, child, tell me, Ha
Mary was quiet a few moments. Then she said, shyly and proudly, "In these past few months, Aunt Ha
"God help you," Ha
At the same instant, both looked at the clock.
"Certainly by very soon now, he should phone," Mary said. "Unless he's had an accident!" she laughed sharply.
"Oh soon, I'm sure," Ha
Mary did not speak, and Ha
But after all, she thought, what is there to say! What earthly help am I, or anyone else?
She felt so heavy, all of a sudden, and so deeply tired, that she wished she might lean her forehead against the edge of the table.
"We've simply got to wait," Mary said.
"Yes," Ha
I'd better drink some tea, she thought, and did so. Lukewarm and rather bitter, somehow it made her feel even more tired.
They sat without speaking for fully two minutes.
"At least we're given the mercy of a little time," Mary said slowly, "awful as it is to have to wait. To try to prepare ourselves for whatever it may be." She was gazing studiously into her empty cup.
Ha
"Whatever is," Mary went on, "it's already over and done with." She was speaking virtually without emotion; she was absorbed beyond feeling, Ha
"One of three things," Mary said slowly. "Either he's badly hurt but he'll live, and at best even get thoroughly well, and at worst be a helpless cripple or an invalid or his mind impaired." Ha
"One, or the other, or the other. And no matter what, there's not one thing in this world or the next that we can do or hope or guess at or wish or pray that can change it or help it one iota. Because whatever is, is. That's all. And all there is now is to be ready for it, strong enough for it, whatever it may be. That's all. That's all that matters. It's all that matters because it's all that's possible. Isn't that so?"
While she was speaking, she was with her voice, her eyes and with each word opening in Ha
"Isn't that so?" Mary repeated.
"That and much more," she said.
"You mean God's mercy?" Mary asked softly.
"Nothing of the kind," Ha
"What do you mean?"
"Whatever we hear, learn, Mary, it's almost certain to be hard. Tragically hard. You're begi
"Whatever it is, I want so much to be worthy of it," Mary said, her eyes shining.
"Don't try too hard to be worthy of it, Mary. Don't think of it that way. Just do your best to endure it and let any question of worthiness take care of itself. That's more than enough."
"I feel so utterly unprepared. So little time to prepare in."
"I don't think it's a kind of thing that can be prepared for; it just has to be lived through."
There was a kind of ambition there, Ha
Even while Ha