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Show enchanted face of the abandonned creature in front of her, she thought of the poem above Mrs. Parker's desk. ...If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. It was true. Almost without her having realized it, a warm, mellow feeling had crept over her. All the way from California she had a brought a part of Mrs. Parker with her. That evening before Julene's father had returned from Pocatello, Kim played checkers with Julene on the wooden table in the kitchen. Her mother fixed pop corn and made a fire in the franklin stove. Julene picked up a round black checker and jumped two of Kim's. A broad smile covered her face. She took a fistful of popcorn from a ceramic bowl. "This is the first time I've been in a real home," she said. "I think I like it." And it was the first time that vacation that it felt like home to Kim. Maybe I'll work with Julene on her dancing tomorrow, thought Kim. She got a faraway look in her eyes. And when Julene gets good enough, I could arrange for us use the recreation hall at the church. Maybe I could get a group 177 |
