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Here a happy-faced Italian women exhibited trays of uncut stones, semi-precious ones, explained Mr. Bartlett, and strings of beads, coral, pearl, flat turquoise, topaz, and amethysts. There were bits of old porcelain, crystal cups, and oriental embroideries, and little carved gods on ebony pedestals. The place reminded Suzanna of Drusilla's historic old pawn shop and she stood entranced.
"It's Thanksgiving weather, isn't it?" said Suzanna. "Come on, let's all skip." So they all fell into Peter's spirit, and thus it was that skipping and singing they reached Drusilla's little home. It was very quiet in that spot, the garden desolate, the flowers gone. The children instinctively hushed their songs and went slowly up the front steps. Graham rang the bell.
The door opened immediately for them, a light streaming out from within. The sweet-faced maid, Letty, who had been crying, ushered them in. "I'll wait downstairs," said David. Letty nodded, and with the children went upstairs. They stopped when they reached the open doorway of Drusilla's bedroom.
"So go on, now; get off of my property." "Well, now listen," began Bunker shaking off Drusilla's grasp, "we acknowledge we made a slight mistake. We tried to run a whizzer and you called us good and plenty all right then, now let's have a talk.
"Let me see" and an old lady put down her sewing. "I been here seven years, I was here not quite two years when Drusilla come. She's been the linen woman ever since." "Yes," said a woman who showed signs of having seen better days. Her clothes still had a look of by-gone elegance and her wrinkled hands were still dainty and beautifully kept. "Drusilla's our only charity inmate."
Browne was silent for a long time, his arm still about Drusilla's shoulder. At the end of the long hall he said with decision in his voice: "Chase, you may tell your clients that so far as I am concerned they may have the beastly island and everything that goes with it. I'm through with it all. I shall discharge Britt and " "My dear boy, it's most magnanimous of you," cried Chase merrily.
Macy says ten years ain't altered her a tall. Whenever Drusilla was glad to see any one she always had a reason, an' Mrs. Macy says it speaks loud for how clean used up she was over her shoes that she never remembered that way of Drusilla's. Drusilla never saw no one on the street unless she had a reason, an' if she had a reason it was Heaven help them as Drusilla saw on the street.
"That's queer," he went on, "because I'd got the same impression about you." It was Drusilla's turn to be aghast. She was a little surprised at not being offended, too. "What made you think that?" she managed to ask, after getting command of herself. "What makes one think anything? However," he conceded, "I dare say I'm wrong." "That's a very good conclusion to come to.
Drusilla listened with interest till she found an opportunity to say: "I'm so glad that is your reason for helping Cousin Henry, Peter; because I was afraid there might be another." He stopped abruptly, looking dashed. Unaccustomed to light methods of attack and defense, it took him a few seconds to see Drusilla's move. "You thought I might be in love?" She nodded.
Were these not the same sisters who looked complacently on while a homeless, helpless dog was turned out casually into an inhuman world? Well, again he gave up the puzzle of their contrary attitudes. Perhaps understanding would come in the big-grown-up years. But when they returned from examining the rabbit hole, they found little Daphne had curled herself up at Drusilla's feet.
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