Macon. Think, think what it must be to have your husband's
power to peer into the past!
"Think of taking two or three bones, and from them constructing an
animal now extinct; or, think of knowing from an impress on a stone,
made years ago, what animal had walked over its then soft surface.
Humbug! oh, Mrs. Macon!"
The lady laughed.
"Well, don't for mercy's sake, ever hint that I suggested such a thing;
I see you're nearly as far gone as Henry himself. But, as for me, I must
say I can't get specially interested in post-pliocene things, when
there's so much going on around us; and how you, with all those children
to look after, and their clothes to make, can care for fossils and
bones, and bits of rock and mineral, is a conundrum to me."
"I hope I don't neglect the children for the bones," said Sara, so
deprecatingly that Mrs. Macon laughed again.
"Don't worry about that! They look all right, anyhow, what I've seen of
them. Now come, it's getting too dark to sew, and you have these nicely
together; fold them up, child, and come down-stairs with me."
This was the first really elegant house Sara had ever entered; and as
she followed the lady over the soft carpets, past bronze and marble,
into a beautiful room, through whose western end, wholly of glass, came
a rosy glow from the setting sun, she could hardly keep back her cry of
delight.
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