And while the huge, vast note of the
city swelled and vibrated, she still kept silent. But only for a
moment. Then she came closer to him, and put a hand on each of
his shoulders.
"Happy New Year, dear," she said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On New Year's Day, the last day they were to be together, Blix and
Condy took "their walk," as they had come to call it--the walk
that included the lifeboat station, the Golden Gate, the ocean
beach beyond the old fort, the green, bare, flower-starred hills
and downs, and the smooth levels of the golf links. Blix had been
busy with the last details of her packing, and they did not get
started until toward two in the afternoon.
"Strike me!" exclaimed Captain Jack, as Blix informed him that she
had come to say good-by. "Why, ain't this very sudden-like, Miss
Bessemer? Hey, Kitty, come in here. Here's Miss Bessemer come to
say good-by; going to New York to-morrow."
"We'll regularly be lonesome without you, miss," said K. D. B., as
she came into the front room, bringing with her a brisk, pungent
odor of boiled vegetables. "New York--such a town as it must be!
It was called Manhattan at first, you know, and was settled by the
Dutch."
Evidently K. D. B. had reached the N's.
With such deftness as she possessed, Blix tried to turn the
conversation upon the first meeting of the retired sea captain and
the one-time costume reader, but all to no purpose.
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