He did not care to go to the grocery store, for he felt that the
Professor was entitled to all the credit that he was likely to get for
his day's performance, and he did not wish to detract from it. So he
went directly to his room, and for the first time felt out of sorts with
Eastborough and its people.
He was not hungry for food, so he did not answer the call to supper, but
sat in the dark and thought. He realized that he was hungry, yes,
desperately hungry, for love--the love of one woman, Alice Pettengill.
Why should he wait longer? Even if his father and mother objected his
Aunt Ella was on his side, and her action had made him independent. He
had felt himself so before, but now there was no doubt of it.
This determined young man then made up his mind he would declare his
love at the first auspicious moment. Then he would go to his parents and
learn their verdict on his proposed action. Thinking thus he went to
bed, and in his dreams, ushers, and bridesmaids, and cut flowers, and
potted plants, and miles of silken ribbon, and cream-colored horses, and
carriages, and clergymen, and organists, and big pipe organs were
revolving about him and Alice, as the planets revolve about the sun.
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