Desperate
perseverance was needed to struggle along its path, and all the way was
dotted with doubts. Lotty simply flew along. She had certainly,
thought Rose, not got rid of her impetuousness. It had merely taken
another direction. She was now impetuously becoming a saint. Could
one really attain goodness so violently? Wouldn't there be an equally
violent reaction?
"I shouldn't," said Rose with caution, looking down into Lotty's
bright eyes--the path was steep, so that Lotty was well below her--"I
shouldn't be sure of that too quickly."
"But I am sure of it, and I've written and told him so."
Rose stared. "Why, but only this morning--" she began.
"It's all in this," interrupted Lotty, tapping the envelope and
looking pleased.
"What--everything?"
"You mean about the advertisement and my savings being spent? Oh
no--not yet. But I'll tell him all that when he comes."
"When he comes?" repeated Rose.
"I've invited him to come and stay with us."
Rose could only go on staring.
"It's the least I could do. Besides--look at this." Lotty waived her
hand. "Disgusting not to share it. I was a mean dog to go off and
leave him, but no dog I've every heard of was ever as mean as I'd be
if I didn't try and persuade Mellersh to come out and enjoy this too.
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