Two tears rolled down her cheeks, and were traced to the corners of her
mouth by the fat, investigative finger of Lovin Child before Marie could
find her handkerchief and wipe them away. Was any one in this world
ever so utterly, absolutely miserable? She doubted it. What if she found
Bud--drunk, as Joe had described him? Or, worse than that, what if she
did not find him at all? She tried not to cry, but it seemed as though
she must cry or scream. Fast as she wiped them away, other tears dropped
over her eyelids upon her cheeks, and were given the absorbed attention
of Lovin Child, who tried to catch each one with his finger. To distract
him, she turned him around face to the window.
"See all the--pitty cows," she urged, her lips trembling so much that
they would scarcely form the words. And when Lovin Child flattened a
finger tip against the window and chuckled, and said "Ee? Ee?"--which
was his way of saying see--Marie dropped her face down upon his fuzzy
red "bunny" cap, hugged him close to her, and cried, from sheer, nervous
reaction.