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You are a man, and of course you cannot understand how very strange it is about the dress." The rector looked inquiringly. "I want to know," said Sally, "if Content's aunt Eudora had any young relative besides Content. I mean had she a grown-up young girl relative who would wear a dress like this?" "I don't know of anybody. There might have been some relative of Eudora's first husband.
When her parents died she had been cared for by a widowed aunt on her mother's side, and this aunt had also borne the reputation of being a creature apart. When the aunt died, in a small village in the indefinite "Out West," the presiding clergyman had notified Edward Patterson of little Content's lonely and helpless estate. The aunt had subsisted upon an annuity which had died with her.
Then I will tell you what happened the following Thursday. That day Zinaida Fyodorovna dined at Content's or Donon's. Orlov returned home alone, and Zinaida Fyodorovna, as I learnt afterwards, went to the Petersburg Side to spend with her old governess the time visitors were with us. Orlov did not care to show her to his friends.
"She doesn't look like a happy child," agreed the rector. "Poor little thing! Her aunt Eudora must have been a queer woman to train a child." "She is certainly trained," said Sally, ruefully; "too much so. Content acts as if she were afraid to move or speak or even breathe unless somebody signals permission. I pity her." She was in the storeroom, in the midst of Content's baggage.
No, he was an only child. I don't think it possible that Eudora had any young girl relative." "If she had," said Sally, firmly, "she would have kept this dress. You are sure there was nobody else living with Content's aunt at the time she died?" "Nobody except the servants, and they were an old man and his wife." "Then whose dress was this?" "I don't know, Sally." "You don't know, and I don't.
Poor Sally Patterson unpacked little Content's trunks. She had sent the little girl to school within a few days after her arrival. Lily Jennings and Amelia Wheeler called for her, and aided her down the street between them, arms interlocked. Content, although Sally had done her best with a pretty ready-made dress and a new hat, was undeniably a peculiar-looking child.
If Content's aunt had died of a contagious disease, nothing could induce me to touch another thing." "Well, dear, you know that she died from the shock of a carriage accident, because she had a weak heart." "I know it, and of course there is nothing contagious about that." Sally took up an ancient bandbox and opened it.
When Sally took her leave, she asked little Dan'l if she had had a nice time with Content, and little Dan'l said, "Yes, ma'am." Sarah insisted upon Content's carrying the cookies home in the dish with a napkin over it. "When can I go again to see that other little girl?" asked Content as she and Sally were jogging home. "Oh, almost any time.
Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christian thirsts for gold. To be content's his natural desire; He asks no angel's wings, no seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company."
He seemed to himself to be on the driveling verge of idiocy before the pronunciation of that absurdly inane name. Content's responding voice came from the pink-and-white nest in which she was snuggled, like the fluting pipe of a canary. "Yes, sir," said she. "My dear child," said the rector, "you know perfectly well that you have no big sister Solly."
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