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Astor to the Astor home on Fifth Avenue. The Waldorf-Astoria had sent over eight limousine car to convey to the hotel these survivors: Mrs. Mark Fortune and three daughters, Mrs. Lucien P. Smith, Mrs. J. Stewart White, Mrs. Thornton Davidson, Mrs. George C. Douglass, Mrs. George D. Widener and maid, Mrs. George Wick, Miss Bonnell, Miss E. Ryerson, Mrs. Susan P. Ryerson, Mrs.
Perhaps this was Ballard's handicap all the time. I guess you're in for it, Madge." Nat moved to greet Mrs. Evringham, who gave him no welcoming smile. She leaned back listlessly, not caring what effect she produced. He seemed to her a part of the combination entered into by the Fates to thwart and annoy. Bonnell knew her nearly as well as Eloise did.
Bonnell's influence," Eloise was saying. "What does mother mean? She knows my mind is made up as to Christian Science. What is she afraid of?" Bonnell caught his thumbs in his coat pockets and lifted himself slightly on his toes. "She is afraid of me." "Of you?" The girl lifted surprised eyes to his and let them fall again, her grave face coloring. "She has always been more or less afraid of me.
There were plenty of willing hands to help, too many, indeed, and with the aid of a huge Massachusetts man we soon had the rail in place. From this time on we were constantly interrupted. Not a half-mile passed without a rail up. Bonnell was always at the front laying track, and I am proud to say that he accepted me as aide-de-camp. Other fellows, unknown to me in the dark, gave hearty help.
In five minutes he was back, his hand across his mouth and struggling manfully not to disgrace himself. "Well?" queried Mrs. Bonnell, her lips twitching. "She she " he strove to articulate. "She she say she done got de-de-sta-sta-sta'ch in de la'ndry, an' she she taken dat fer ter be ec'nomical an' save 'spence fer de school.
What has she done this time?" Inquiries followed. "Yas ma'am. I done wash 'em good dis time. I wash 'em wid dat sof' soap what Aunt Sally done made befo' she took sick!" And then for more than a week all went serenely. Now dessert was being brought on. Mrs. Bonnell always served it.
Bonnell had supplied from the properties kept for private theatricals the glittering star she wore above her forehead. Aileen moved a goddess and she looked a queen, for she was a very stately, lovely young girl.
She was in her twenty-fourth year, but looked about nineteen, a jolly, chummy, lovable woman, though no instructor maintained better discipline, or was more willingly obeyed. She and Mrs. Bonnell worked in perfect harmony when their duties brought them together.
Nat Bonnell is with them!" She sat upright with disapproval, clasping the arm of her chair, while her father-in-law looked curiously at the approaching group. His gaze fixed on the young man with the well-set head who, swinging his hat in his hand, was talking fast to Eloise of something that amused them both.
Bonnell had ruled supreme at Leslie Manor, engaging its servants as she saw fit, directing the household, economizing as she felt wisest; feeding hungry girls, cuddling the homesick ones, caring for the ailing ones, and loved by every creature human or animal upon the place. Miss Woodhull had no time for domestic matters and all the sentiment in her had been killed in her early childhood.
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