Mine has n't , I am thankful to say . It bounded like a girl 's with delight when I saw Doctor John and Marcella Barry drive past this afternoon . If the doctor had been my own son I could n't have felt more real pleasure in his happiness . I 'm only an old lady who can do little but sit by her window and knit , but eyes were made for seeing , and I use mine for that purpose . When I see the good and beautiful things -- and a body need never look for the other kind , you know -- the things God planned from the beginning and brought about in spite of the counter plans and schemes of men , I feel such a deep joy that I 'm glad , even at seventy-five , to be alive in a world where such things come to pass . And if ever God meant and made two people for each other , those people were Doctor John and Marcella Barry ; and that is what I always tell folk who come here commenting on the difference in their ages . `` Old enough to be her father , '' sniffed Mrs. Riddell to me the other day . I did n't say anything to Mrs. Riddell . I just looked at her . I presume my face expressed what I felt pretty clearly . How any woman can live for sixty years in the world , as Mrs. Riddell has , a wife and mother at that , and not get some realization of the beauty and general satisfactoriness of a real and abiding love , is something I can not understand and never shall be able to . Nobody in Bridgeport believed that Marcella would ever come back , except Doctor John and me -- not even her Aunt Sara . I 've heard people laugh at me when I said I knew she would ; but nobody minds being laughed at when she is sure of a thing and I was sure that Marcella Barry would come back as that the sun rose and set . I had n't lived beside her for eight years to know so little about her as to doubt her . Neither had Doctor John . Marcella was only eight years old when she came to live in Bridgeport . Her father , Chester Barry , had just died . Her mother , who was a sister of Miss Sara Bryant , my next door neighbor , had been dead for four years . Marcella 's father left her to the guardianship of his brother , Richard Barry ; but Miss Sara pleaded so hard to have the little girl that the Barrys consented to let Marcella live with her aunt until she was sixteen . Then , they said , she would have to go back to them , to be properly educated and take the place of her father 's daughter in his world .
For , of course , it is a fact XXXXX Miss Sara Bryant 's world was and is a very different one from Chester Barry 's world .
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