Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 406 pages of information about Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby.

Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 406 pages of information about Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby.

And what did she accomplish, after all? she thought sometimes.  What mark did her busy days leave upon her life?  She dressed and undressed the children, she bathed, rocked, amused them; indeed, she was so adoring a mother that sometimes whole precious fractions of hours slipped by while she was watching them, laughing at them, catching the little unresponsive soft cheeks to hers for the kisses that interfered so seriously with their important little goings and comings.  She sewed on buttons and made puddings for Jim, she went for aimless walks, pushing Jinny before her in the go-cart, and guiding the chattering Diego with her free hand.  She paused long in the market, uncomfortably undecided between the expensive steak Jim liked so much, and the sausages that meant financial balm to her own harassed soul.  She commenced letters to her mother that drifted about half-written until Jinny captured and destroyed them.  She sewed up rents in cloth lions and elephants, and turned page after page of the children’s cloth books.  Same and eventless, the months went by,—­it was March, and the last of the rains,—­it was July, and she and Jim were taking the children off for long Sundays in Sausalito, or on the Piedmont hills,—­it was October, with the usual letter from Mother about Thanksgiving,—­it was Christmas-time again!  The seasons raced through their familiar surprises, and were gone.  Anne had a desperate sense of wanting to halt them; just to think, just to realize what life meant, and what she could do to make it nearer her dreams.

So the first five years of their marriage slipped by, but toward the end with a perceptible brightening of the prospect in every direction.  Not in one day, nor in one week, did the change come; it was just that things went well for Jim at the office, that the children were daily growing less helpless and more enchanting, that Anne was beginning to take an interest in the theatre again, and was charming in a new suit and a really extravagant hat.  The Warriners began to spend their Sunday afternoons with real estate agents in Berkeley—­not this year, perhaps, but certainly next, they told each other, they could consider that lovely one, with the two baths, and such a view, or the smaller one, nearer the station, don’t you remember, Jim? where there was a sleeping-porch, and the garden all laid out?  They would bring the children up in the open air and sunshine, and find neighbors, and strike roots, in the lovely college town.

Then suddenly, there were hard times again.  Anne’s health became poor, she was fitful and depressed, quite unlike her usual sunshiny self.  Sometimes Jim found her in tears,—­“It’s nothing, dearest!  Only I’m so miserable all the time!” Sometimes she—­Anne, the hopeful!—­was filled with forebodings for herself and the child that was to come.  No unnecessary expense could be incurred now, with this fresh, inevitable expense approaching.  Especial concessions must be made to Helma, should Helma really

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