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Anyhow, I intend to have just as good a time in it as though it were white chiffon, embroidered in gold beads. My white pumps aren't so bad looking. I'll take time to-morrow to shampoo my hair. Do you know, Mumsy, Cousin Ann Peyton's wig is just the color of my hair. Poor old lady! Pity she can't lose it!" It was Thursday night.
But she was not equal to being scoffed at, she who had been so embarrassed and betrayed. "It was certainly not very good form," she said coolly. "And of course that's all that matters," said Ann shrilly. "It's just good form that matters not the truth." "Oh I don't see that you achieved any great thing for the truth, Ann. Anyhow, rudeness is no less rude when called truth."
At length the President wrote a line on a card and handed it to the great man. "Tell Betsy Ann to put a string in this card and hang it round her neck," said he. On the card was written, "Let Betsy Ann Dougherty alone as long as she behaves herself. A. Lincoln." This eagerness for a joke now and then gave offense.
"I hope not!" was all she said, and from then on she watched Ann with brooding eyes; she urged Lynda to keep her much out of doors in the companionship of Bobbie and Billy who were normal to a relieving extent.
Marjory had been inclined to envy the baker's daughter her privileges, but in reality Mary Ann was to be pitied rather than envied, for she had no one to guide and help her. Her parents' chief care was that she should be better dressed and better educated than her neighbours.
Fred was a sophomore at Ann Arbor, and Harvey was going to graduate in June. You were only seven I suppose you were at school. Anyhow, I was at home, and I let him in, and he made a fuss. Said he'd have us black-listed by other grocers, if it wasn't paid. "It was the first I ever knew about anything like that. I knew we weren't rich, of course I never had quite enough pocket money.
On his return to New York, he opened a little dingy store in Gold Street, between Fulton and Ann, and swung out a sign to the breeze bearing the words: FURS AND PIANOS. There were until recently aged men among us who remembered seeing this sign over the store of Mr. Astor, and in some old houses are preserved ancient pianos, bearing the name of J.J. Astor, as the seller thereof.
"'What will I do? I've been asking myself, and sometimes I've been thinking I would speak to Martin. I didn't dare do it, though. But when I heard last night that you had come home to see your father, I said: 'Doctor, I'll go over and speak to herself. 'You'll never do that, Christian Ann, said the doctor. 'Yes, I will, I said. 'I'll speak to the young mistress herself.
As it was, her consciousness was "full up" in the matter, so to speak. He saw that he must tell her plain and plump, startle her out of her simple confidence. "Listen to me, Mary Ann." "Yessir." "You are a young woman not a baby. Strive to grasp what I am going to tell you."
"Yes, ma'am one that thought more of himself, and less of other people, is what I wish to say." "And were this the case?" "I might think he would find the heart to say what I know he feels." "And did he find the heart to say what you know he feels, what does Ann Sidley think should be my answer?" "Oh, ma'am, I know it would be just as it ought to be.
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