Today I read this journal over and thought I would burn it , it is so silly . But on second thought I concluded to keep it as a reminder of how blind and selfish I was and how good Sara is . For I am happy again and everything is all right , thanks to Sara . The very day after our quarrel Walter left Atwater . He did not have to return to college for three weeks , but he went to visit some friends down in Charlotteville and I heard -- Mollie Roach told me -- Mollie Roach was always wild about Walter herself -- that he was not coming back again , but would go right on to Marlboro from Charlotteville . I smiled squarely at Mollie as if I did n't care a particle , but I ca n't describe how I felt . I knew then that I had really been hoping that something would happen in three weeks to make our quarrel up . In a small place like Atwater people in the same set ca n't help meeting . But Walter had gone and I should never see him again , and what was worse I knew he did n't care or he would n't have gone . I bore it in silence for three weeks , but I will shudder to the end of my life when I remember those three weeks . Night before last Sara came up to my room where I was lying on my bed with my face in the pillow . I was n't crying -- I could n't cry . There was just a dreadful dull ache in everything . Sara sat down on the rocker in front of the window and the sunset light came in behind her and made a sort of nimbus round her head , like a motherly saint 's in a cathedral . `` Beatrice , '' she said gently , `` I want to know what the trouble is . You ca n't hide it from me that something is wrong . I 've noticed it for some time . You do n't eat anything and you cry all night -- oh , yes , I know you do . What is it , dear ? '' `` Oh , Sara ! ''
I just gave a little cry , slipped from the bed to the floor , laid my head XXXXX her lap , and told her everything .
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