Chapter 39

           Byhalf-pasteightwewereontheroad.WedroveoverthewidemountainstoThebes,whereAlisonboughtherselfsomestrongershoesandapairofjeans.Thesunwasshining,therewasawind,theroademptyoftraffic,andtheoldPontiacIhadhiredthenightbeforestillhadsomegutsinitsengine.EverythinginterestedAlisonthepeople,thecountry,thebitsinmy1909Baedekerabouttheplaceswepassed.Hermixtureofenthusiasmandignorance,whichIrememberedsowellfromLondon,didn’treallyirritatemeanymore.Itseemedpartofherenergy,hercandor;hercompanionability.ButIhad,sotospeak,tobeirritated;soIseizedonherbuoyancy,herabilitytobobupfromtheworstdisappointments.Ithoughtsheoughttohavebeenmoresubdued,andmuchsadder.SheaskedmeatonepointwhetherIhaddiscoveredanymoreaboutthewaitingroom;buteyesontheroad,Isaid,no,itwasjustavilla.WhatMitfordhadmeantwasamystery;andthenIslidtheconversationoffontosomethingelse.WedrovefastdownthewidegreenvalleybetweenThebesandLivadia,withitscornfieldsandmelonpatches.ButnearthelatterplacealargeflockofsheepstraggledacrosstheroadandIhadtoslowdowntoastop.Wegotouttowatchthem.Therewasaboyoffourteen,inraggedclothesandgrotesquelylargearmyboots.Hehadhissister,adark-eyedlittlegirlofsixorseven,withhim.Alisonproducedsomeairlinebarleysugar.Butthelittlegirlwasshyandhidbehindherbrother’sback.

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