Angel Island

"I do want to fly, Ralph," Peachy said listlessly. "Won't you let me?

Oh, please let my wings grow again?"

Ralph shook his head inflexibly. "Couldn't do it, my dear. It's not

womanly. The air is no place for a woman. The earth is her home."

"That's not argument," Peachy asserted haughtily. "That's statement. Not

that I want to argue the question. My argument is unanswerable. Why did

we have wings, if not to fly. But I don't want to quarrel - ." Her voice

sank to pleading. "I'd always be here when you came back. You'd never

see me flying. It would not prevent me from doing my duty as your wife

or as Angela's mother. In fact, I could do it better because it would

make me so happy and well. After a while, I could take Angela with me.

Oh, that would be rapture!" Peachy's eyes gleamed.

Ralph shook his head. "Couldn't think of it, my dear. The clouds are no

place for my wife. Besides, I doubt if your wings would ever grow after

the clipping to which we've submitted them. Now, put something on, and

I'll carry you down on the beach."

"Tell me about the New Camp, and what you did to-day!" Peachy asked,

after an interval in which she visibly struggled for control.

"Oh, Lord, ask anything but that," Addington exclaimed with a sudden

gust of his old irritability. "I work hard enough all day. When I get

home, I want to talk about something else. It rests me not to think of

it."

"But, Ralph," Peachy entreated, "I could help you. I know I could. I

have so many ideas about things. You know Pete says I'm a real artist.

It would interest me so much if you would only talk over the building

plans with me."

"I don't know that I am particularly interested in Pete's opinion of

your abilities," Addington rejoined coldly. "My dear little girl," he

went on, palpably striving for patience and gentleness, "there's nothing

you could do to help me. Women are too impractical. This is a man's

work, besides. By the way, after we've had our little outing, I'll leave

you with Lulu. Honey and Pete and I are going to meet at the Clubhouse

to work over some plans."

"All right," Peachy said. She added, "I guess I won't go out, after all.

I feel tired. I think I'll lie down for a while."