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I have made up my mind to get that beautiful white silk dress we looked at yesterday. It did not need any alteration and I think I shall buy that pearl and amethyst necklace at Tiffany's. I know Mrs. Edes will have an evening party and there will be gentlemen, and what is the use of my making so much money out of Hearts Astray if I don't have a few things I want? Hurry and get dressed."
Then came one of her sudden laughs. "What is it?" asked Von Rosen. "Oh, nothing, except that the cat is usually there too," replied Annie. Von Rosen looked back boyishly. "Be sure I shall see you next time and hang the cat," he said. When Annie was in her room unclasping her corals, she considered how very much mortified and troubled her friend, Margaret Edes, must feel.
"Goodness gracious," said she, and did not trouble to whisper. "That is the next to the last chapter of The Poor Lady. And to think that your wife wrote it! Goodness gracious, and here she has been living right here in Fairbridge all the time and folks have been seeing her and talking to her and never knew! Did you know, Mr. Edes?" The young girl fixed her sharp pretty eyes upon Wilbur.
But as, at that early period, there was special need of making the churches acquainted with the work, and foreign missionaries were less common than now, they were detained to labor at home until November of the following year, when they embarked at Boston for Smyrna, in the ship Sally Ann, Captain Edes.
The acquaintance thus formed was renewed at church, and much to their surprise and pleasure, they discovered that they were of the same religious persuasion. Henceforth the Howells and Edes saw a great deal of each other, and every Sunday after church the mothers walked home together and the young people followed behind.
She would have produced it in the same degree, had she not been in the least attractive. It was compelling, and at the same time irritating. Von Rosen in his Morris chair after the tea welcomed the intrusion of Jane Riggs, which dispelled his thought of Mrs. Wilbur Edes.
"I dare say you are right," he said, "but I doubt if your telling me about it would spoil the book for me, because it is more than probable that I shall never read it after all. I may if it comes in my way because I was somewhat surprised. I had never thought of Mrs. Edes as that sort of person.
"We haven't seen a soul except those newspaper men, and I know everyone of them is married, and those two newspaper women who told about my sleeves being out of date," said Martha Wallingford, "and this Mrs. Edes may be real nice. I'm going to see her anyhow.
To have exchanged that homeward walk over the glistening earth, and under the clear rose and violet lights of the winter sunset, with that sudden rapturous discovery of the slender crescent of the new moon, for a ride with Mrs. Edes in her closed carriage with her silvery voice in his ear instead of the keen silence of the winter air, would have been torture.
Have you had your dinners?" "Yes, mamma," responded first one, then the other, Maida with the frown being slightly in the lead. "Then you had better go to bed," said Mrs. Edes, and the two little girls stood carefully aside to allow her to pass. "Good night, children," said Mrs. Edes without turning her mink-crowned head.
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