Big Game - A Story for Girls

Edith had the gift of sympathy. Just as Agnes never understood, Edith

always seemed able to put herself in another's place, and enter into

that person's joys and griefs. She herself might be sad and downcast,

but in her darkest hour she could always rejoice in another's good

fortune, and forget her own woes in eager interest and sympathy. Now,

sitting alone in the dreary lodging-house sitting-room in Oxford

Terrace, she was able mentally to project herself into the far-off

Highland glen, and to feel an ungrudging joy in the pleasure of others.

Never a hint of "How I envy you! How I wish I were there!" Not a

mention of "I" in obtruding, shadow-like fashion from first to last, but

instead, tender little anecdotes about the boys; motherly solicitude for

their benefit, and humble asking of advice from one younger and less

experienced than herself; an outpouring of tenderness for her husband,

and of a beautiful and unbroken trust and belief, which failure was

powerless to shake.

"Jack is working like a slave trying to build up the ruins of the old

business. It is difficult, discouraging work, and so far the results

are practically nil, but they will come. Something will come! More and

more I feel the conviction in my heart that all this trouble and

upheaval have been because God has some better thing in store for us

both. We have only to wait and be patient, and the way will open.--I

don't want to be rich, only just to have enough money to live simply and

quietly. We are so rich in each other's companionship that we can

afford to do without luxuries. Last night we had a dinner of herbs--

literally herbs--a vegetarian feast costing about sixpence halfpenny,

but with such lots of love to sweeten it, and afterwards we went out for

a stroll into the Park, and I wore the hat you trimmed, and Jack made

love to me. We were happy! I saw people looking at us with envious

eyes. They thought we were a pair of lovers building castles in the

air, instead of an old married couple with two bouncing boys, having the

workhouse in much nearer proximity than any castle--but they were right

to envy us all the same. We have the best thing!"

The letter dropped on to Margot's knee, and she sat silent, gazing

before her with shining eyes, her face softened into a beautiful

tenderness of expression. For some time she was unconscious that her

companion had returned his own letters to his coat pocket, and was lying

along the ground, his head resting upon his hand, watching her with a

very intent scrutiny; but when at last her eyes were unconsciously drawn

towards him, she spoke at once, as if answering an unspoken question.