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Such was his account; but, perhaps, he persevered less steadily in his attempts to persuade her than I would have done." "Effie was right to remain," said Jeanie; "and I love her the better for it." "Why will you say so?" said Staunton.
It was not easy to say this, as was plain enough from the tears that fell on Christie's head as it sank down on her sister's breast. Christie had rarely seen Effie cry. Even at the sad time of their father's death, Effie's tears had fallen silently and unseen, and she was strangely affected by the sight of them now. "Effie," she said, eagerly, "I am quite content to stay.
About this time there came a letter from Effie, in which there was one sentence that cost Christie many a wondering and anxious thought. "My dear little sister, let your light shine, and who knows but you may be the means of blessing to this household also?" "Effie doesn't know," said Christie to herself. "She thinks I have grown good and wise, but she is much mistaken.
Effie, however, could be masterful enough when she liked. She had a natural sense of order, and she soon put things straight in the nursery. The children were undressed quickly and put to bed; and then Effie, taking the baby in her arms, asked Susan to go downstairs. "You can have your supper," she said. "I will look after baby."
"If they think me weel, and like to do weel," said the poor pilgrim to herself, "my father will be kinder to Effie, and Butler will be kinder to himself. For I ken weel that they will think mair o' me than I do o' mysell."
"Imagine their blackguardly humour!" "And that awful Cousin Egbert," broke in Mrs. Effie, pointing a desperate finger toward him. "Think of the laughing-stock he'll become! Why, he'll simply never be able to hold up his head again." "Say, you listen here," exclaimed Cousin Egbert with sudden heat; "never you mind about my head. I always been able to hold up my head any time I felt like it."
Oh! how they frolicked and tumbled about the little sea-green man with Effie on his back!
Geoffrey picked up his St. James's Gazette with a sigh. He felt hurt, and knew that he was a fool for his pains. Lady Honoria was not a sympathetic person; it was not fair to expect it from her. Still he felt hurt. He went upstairs and heard Effie her prayers. "Where has you beed, daddy? to the Smoky Town?" The Temple was euphemistically known to Effie as the Smoky Town. "Yes, dear."
The fact affects the whole work. It becomes thereby simpler, homelier, more vernacular: it is a story that is a native emanation. The groundwork of plot too is simple, vital: and moreover, founded on a true incident. Effie, the younger of two sisters, is betrayed; concerning her betrayer there is mystery: she is supposed to commit child-murder to hide her shame: a crime then punishable by death.
"And what?" "She just came home engaged!" "My God! Effie?" He blinked in the darkness, drawing up his knees to a hump under the sheet. "Engaged how?" "I.W., don't you remember? Wake up, honey. To Kess, to Leon Kessler that she went automobiling with." "Our Effie engaged to Leon Kessler?" "Yes, I.W. our little Effie!"
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