“What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. He turned onto the long road leading to
MacDowell Elementary School and pulled over in the
empty lot overlooking the miniscule baseball diamond. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. All these
wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. So I've grown hard—outside. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. All these circumstances,—slight in
themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed
carpenter, and added to his depression. In this room was my
ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. Who but you would have dreamed
of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. He saw
three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and
a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed.
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