You 've made a thorough thing of educating me . '' `` When will you marry me , Betty ? '' I asked . `` As soon as I can fully forgive you for trying to make me marry somebody else , '' said Betty . It was rather hard lines on Frank , when you come to think of it . But , such is the selfishness of human nature that we did n't think much about Frank . The young fellow behaved like the Douglas he was . Went a little white about the lips when I told him , wished me all happiness , and went quietly away , `` gentleman unafraid . '' He has since married and is , I understand , very happy . Not as happy as I am , of course ; that is impossible , because there is only one Betty in the world , and she is my wife . XII . IN HER SELFLESS MOOD The raw wind of an early May evening was puffing in and out the curtains of the room where Naomi Holland lay dying . The air was moist and chill , but the sick woman would not have the window closed . `` I ca n't get my breath if you shut everything up so tight , '' she said . `` Whatever comes , I ai n't going to be smothered to death , Car ` line Holland . '' Outside of the window grew a cherry tree , powdered with moist buds with the promise of blossoms she would not live to see . Between its boughs she saw a crystal cup of sky over hills that were growing dim and purple . The outside air was full of sweet , wholesome springtime sounds that drifted in fitfully . There were voices and whistles in the barnyard , and now and then faint laughter . A bird alighted for a moment on a cherry bough , and twittered restlessly .
Naomi knew XXXXX white mists were hovering in the silent hollows , that the maple at the gate wore a misty blossom red , and that violet stars were shining bluely on the brooklands .
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