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"I can't stand it, Aunt Abby," Eunice exclaimed, as the butler disappeared into the pantry; "if Sanford were a poor man it would be different. But he's made more money this year than ever before, and yet, he won't give me an allowance or even a little bit of ready money." "But you have accounts," Aunt Abby said, absently, for she-was scanning the paper now. "Accounts! Of course, I have!
In caring for her half-blind husband she attained the spiritual mountain height of her life. She possessed love in the one guise in which he appealed to her, and she held him fast to the illumination of her very soul. After the carriage had passed out of sight Abby came close on the other side of Ellen and slid her arm through hers. "Say!" she began. "What is it?" asked Ellen. Abby blushed.
Why, I wan't never aware you had met with a disappointment, Abby," said Mrs. Bickford instantly. None of her neighbors had ever suspected little Miss Pendexter of a romance. "Yes 'm, he's livin'," replied Miss Pendexter humbly. "No 'm, I never have heard that he died." "I want to know!" exclaimed the woman of experience.
He punctured your bubbles and pulled down your air-castles. Give it up, Aunt Abby, there's nothing in your' Voice of Isis' racket!" "Permit me to be the judge of my own five senses, Eunice, if you please." "That's just it, Miss Ames," spoke up Hendricks. "Is your psychic information, or whatever it is, discernible to your five senses, or any of them?"
Lloyd," said Abby. Then Ellen blushed, and pushed past her indignantly. "Young Mr. Lloyd!" said she. "I don't want him, and he doesn't want me. I wish you wouldn't talk so, Abby." "He would want you if your were a rich girl, and your father was boss instead of a workman," said Abby.
The engagement to dine with the Barone? Celeste Fournier's statement? You can't get around these things. I tell you, Nora isn't that kind. She's too big in heart and mind to stoop to any such devices," vehemently. "Nora! That looks pretty serious, Abby. You haven't gone and made a fool of yourself, have you?" "What do you call making a fool of myself?" truculently. "You aren't a suitor, are you?
But Ellen sat up straight and faced her, with burning cheeks, and eyes shining through tears. "I will never be lifted out of the grind as long as those I love are in it," said she. "Do you suppose it would make it any better for your folks to see you in it all your life along with them?" said Abby. "Suppose you married a fellow like Granville Joy?"
"Oh, nothing much," she replied, in a tone unusual for her. She took her arm away from Ellen's, and laughed a little foolishly. Ellen stared at her with grave wonder. She had not the least idea what she meant. Abby changed the subject. "Going to the park opening to-night, Ellen?" she asked. "No, I guess not." "You'd better. Do go, Ellen." "Yes, do go, Ellen; it will do you good," said Maria.
There was no suspense, no doubt, no jealousy, only utter acquiescence of single-heartedness, admiration, and trust. She thought Abby Atkins and Floretta Vining lovely and dependable; she parted from them at night without a pang, and looked forward blissfully to the meeting next morning.
She can say what she likes about herself, an' there won't be no lies coming home to roost at my house. I guess you'd feel the very same way if you was in my place, Abby." Mrs. Daggett glanced with childish admiration at the other woman's magenta-tinted face under its jetty water-waves. Even Mrs. Black's everyday hat was handsomer than her own Sunday-best.
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