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Durlacher, "and come and help me dress before you change your things." The moment she had closed the door, her mistress called her back. "And send Mrs. Butterick as well." "Yes, madam." Mason went downstairs with the report that something was in the air. She had a feeling, she said. The interview with Taylor was shorter more to the point. "I'm expecting my brother Mr.
But he withdrew for the sacred moment of seeing the Land of Promise he was newly discovering the Long Island shore; the grass-clad redouts at Fort Wadsworth; the vast pile of New York sky-scrapers, standing in a mist like an enormous burned forest. "Singer Tower.... Butterick Building," he murmured, as they proceeded toward their dock.
Five thousand pounds would purchase another residence in the country. But what sort of a residence? She shuddered and, in a moment of relaxation, became aware that the chauffeur was in need of a clean collar. The moment she arrived, she sent for Mrs. Butterick and went upstairs to her bedroom.
He would not actually disgrace her; she could be certain of that. A calculation on the presence of Mrs. Butterick, the housekeeper, who was always left in charge of the Manor, would be bound to act as a certain restraint. But what he expected to present a quotient of respectability to Mrs.
It proved to be what dressmakers call a "Butterick pattern," a maze of lines for cutting out dresses for women. The lines looked like roads, and the practical jokers had merely added towns and forts and bridges here and there. The Americans are excellent parents, though small families are general. The domestic life is charming.
And any woman silly enough to work the rag-bag game when her husband can afford seven yards of taffeta and a Butterick pattern is a fool!" Claire knew women who looked dowdy on dress-parade and yet managed to be quite charming in their own houses. She was wondering whether this might not be Mrs. Flint's case; anyway, she had hoped for a chance to decide this point, and now Mrs.
"Why should that irritate you?" "Because I guess pretty well your reasons. You were expecting a lady so Mrs. Butterick amiably told me." He turned and looked at her fixedly. "You're as cute as ten, Dolly, but I'm hanged if you know how to play with me." "Mrs. Butterick told you that?" she said. "Yes she spoke like a book. Like the book of Revelations.
Standing there with a burden of fabrics upon her and Lady Powell-Carewe kneeling at her feet pinning them up and tucking them here and there, Kedzie was reminded of those ancient days of six months gone when her mother used to kneel about her and fit on her the home-made school-dress cut according to Butterick patterns. Now Kedzie had a genuine Lady at her feet. It was a triumph indeed.
They must all be on the dining-room table when I come downstairs. I'll arrange them myself. And get my trunks sent up to me at once I want to change my dress. Taylor and Mason are coming down by train; they'll be here any minute now. The trap went for them didn't it?" "Yes, madam at half-past ten." "Well, then, that's all, Mrs. Butterick. What time is it?"
"These sheets are aired?" "Dry as a bone, madam. I felt 'em myself." "I shall only be staying the night," Mrs. Durlacher continued; "I go back to Town to-morrow morning." Mrs. Butterick made no reply, If her features could have fallen into an expression of disappointment, they would willingly have done so; but nature had taken no trouble with them. They were an afterthought.
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