"Well,now,'spose she never had loved him,would he have had anything to be ashamed of?""I can't see that he would.Some one must start a courtship,or there would be no marrying,and it's conceded to be the place of the man.No.He might be disappointed,or dreadfully hurt,but there would be no shame about it.""Well,then,suppose she loved him,and wanted to marry him,and he hadn't loved her,or wanted her,would SHE have had anything to be ashamed of?""I don't think so!If she was attracted by him,and thought she would like him,she would have a right to go to a certain extent,to find out if he cared for her,and if he didn't,why,she'd just have to give him up.But any sensible girl waits for a man to make the advances,and plenty of them,before she allows herself even to dream of loving him,or at least,I would."Now I was getting somewhere!
"Of course you would!"I said."That would be the WAY mother would,wouldn't it?""Surely!"
"If that Paget man you used to write about had seemed to be just what you liked,you'd have waited to know if he wanted you,before you loved him,wouldn't you?""I certainly would!"answered Shelley."Or at least,I'd have waited until I THOUGHT sure as death,I knew.It seems that sometimes you can be fooled about those things.""But if you thought sure you knew,and then found out you had been mistaken,you wouldn't have anything to be ASHAMED of,would you?""Not-on-your-life-I-wouldn't!"cried Shelley,hammering each word into her right knee with her doubled fist."What are you driving at,Blatherskite?What have you got into your head?""Oh just studying about things,"I said,which was exactly the truth."Sally getting married last fall,and Laddie going to this,just started me to wondering."Fooled her,too!
"Oh well,there's no harm done,"she said."The sooner you get these matters straightened out,the better able you will be to take care of yourself.If you ever go to a city,you'll find out that a girl needs considerable care taken of her.""You could look out for yourself,Shelley?"
"Well,I don't know as I made such a glorious fist of it,"she said,"but at least,as you say,I've nothing to be ashamed of!"I almost hugged her head off.
"Of course you haven't!"I cried."Of course you wouldn't have!"I just kissed her over and over for joy;I was so glad my heart hurt for father and mother.Shame had not come to them!
"Now,I guess I'll run to the house and get a comb,"I told her.
"Go on,"said Shelley."I know you are tired.""I'm not in the least,"I said."Don't you remember I always use a comb when I fuss with your hair?""It is better,"said Shelley."Go get one."
As I got up to start I took a last look at her,and there was something in her face that I couldn't bear.I knelt beside her,and put both arms around her neck.
"Shelley,it's a secret,"I said in a breathless half whisper.
"It's a great,big secret,but I'm going to tell you.Twice now I've had a powerful prayer all ready to try.It's the kind where you go to the barn,all alone,stand on that top beam below the highest window and look toward the east.You keep perfectly still,and just think with all your might,and you look away over where Jesus used to be,and when the right feeling comes,you pray that prayer as if He stood before you,and it will come true.I KNOW it will come true.The reason I know is because twice now I've been almost ready to try it,and what I intended to ask for happened before I had time;so I've saved that prayer;but Shelley,shall I pray it about the Paget man,for you?"She gripped me,and she shook until she was all twisted up;you could hear her teeth click,she chilled so.The tears just gushed,and she pulled me up close and whispered right in my ear:
"Yes!"
It was only pretend about the comb;what I really wanted was to get to father and mother quick.I knew he was at the barn and he was going to be too happy for words in a minute.But as I went up the lane,I wasn't sure whether I'd rather pray about that Paget man or bruise him with my heel like a serpent.The only way I could fix it was to remember if Shelley loved him so,he must be mighty nice.Father was in the wagon shovelling corn from it to a platform where it would be handy to feed the pigs,so I ran and called him,and put one foot on a hub and raised my hands.He pulled me up and when he saw how important it was,he sat on the edge of the bed,so I told him:"Father,you haven't got a thing in the world to be ashamed of about Shelley.""Praise the Lord!"said father like I knew he would,but you should have seen his face."Tell me about it!"I told him and he said:"Well,I don't know but this is the gladdest hour of my life.Go straight and repeat to your mother exactly what you've said to me.Take her away all alone,and then forget about it,you little blessing.""Father,have you got too many children?"
"No!"he said."I wish I had a dozen more,if they'd be like you."When I went up the lane I was so puffed up with importance I felt too dignified to run.I strutted like our biggest turkey gobbler.The only reason you couldn't hear my wings scrape,was because through mistake they grew on the turkey.If I'd had them,I would have dragged them sure,and cried "Ge-hobble-hobble!"at every step.
I took mother away alone and told her,and she asked many more questions than father,but she was even gladder than he.She almost hugged the breath out of me.Sometimes I get things RIGHT,anyway!Then I took the comb and ran back to Shelley.
"I thought you'd forgotten me,"she said.
