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Why shouldn't they sew, and what do you mean by that class? All the mothers I got here seem jest like any other mothers." "We must admit," went on the refined, querulous voice, "that they are not the usual mothers with husbands " Drusilla's eyes distinctly darkened, and the flush deepened. "Never mind about their husbands.
Gleason seemed to be very familiar with them all, and Drusilla's eyes brightened as she heard the old names. She thoroughly enjoyed the visit. "John Brierly is upstairs," she said finally. "I'll call him. He'd like to hear all the news of the old neighbors, and perhaps he'll know about your father." The man looked embarrassed.
The tears sprang to her eyes and she clasped Barbara's hands in both of her own. "Oh, Barbara," she said, "it gives me a hurt inside my heart to leave you all behind! Listen, Barbara! Whether it's a million dollars or only a hundred, you shall have new store teeth. Good-by!" To Drusilla's embarrassment both Mr. and Mrs.
Macy she thought right off as she could give her the duck to take home with her 'cause she lived in the country. So that was how Mrs. Macy come to be asked to take dinner at Drusilla's so dreadful pleasant. "Well, Mrs. Lathrop, Mrs.
She loved the night fragrances, and the rustle of the dead leaves as lazy little winds stirred them. They came very soon to Drusilla's home. David alighted, unwound Suzanna, lifted her down to the ground very carefully, Graham following slowly. David tied his horse, gave the animal a comradely pat, bade the dog remain in the cart, and then the three went on to the house.
The old lady looked for a moment into Drusilla's eyes; then she broke into the hysterical sobbing of the old and helpless. "I didn't think no one needed me no one wanted me. I thought I jest cumbered up the earth. Drusilla, do you think she really needs me, that any one really needs me, that I don't have to be a burden the rest of my days?
She gave Miss Massey to Robert in the little church. And she has no one in all the world left to call her by her first name. So I call her Drusilla and she loves it." Graham did not stir. Neither did he look at his father till Suzanna, suddenly remembering, cried out: "Why, Drusilla's Graham's grandmother!" Mr. Bartlett's face suddenly went very white. He didn't speak for a long time.
But noting the earnestness of the boy's manner she made no spoken objections, but she went to the clothes press and took down Drusilla's "dolman" and small close fitting bonnet. "Be very careful of your grandmother," said the maid, as she dressed Mrs. Bartlett and then offered her arm to steady the slight figure down the stairs. "I shall be very careful," promised Graham.
"That is one of the things the war is doing, bringing men back to God " A sob caught in her throat. Drusilla's hands strayed upon the keys, and into the Battle Hymn of the Republic. "I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps, They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on "
"Well, I wish I was that way," she sighed after a silence and Denver smote ponderously at the rock. "Why don't you work?" he asked at last and Drusilla's eyes flashed fire. "I do!" she cried, "I work all the time! But that doesn't do me any good.
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