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"The truth is," said Mrs. Minturn, "a regard for our position makes it necessary for us to be more select in our acquaintances. I don't wish Emeline to be on terms of intimacy with Clara Allender any longer. There is too great a difference in their social relations. As people are judged by the company they keep, they should be a little choice in their selection. I like Mrs.
It's the ancestral Smith homestead, and Smith's relatives were very indignant when he leased it to the Woodvale Golf and Country Club. What was the name of that maiden aunt of yours, Smith?" "My Aunt Sarah Emeline Smith," I replied. "Yes, yes!
Emeline sent Julia flying to a neighbour, made George as comfortable as she could in the big bed, and listened, with a conviction as firm as his own, to what he believed to be parting instructions and messages. "I'm going, Em," said George heavily. "I'm worse now than I was when I started for home. I wanted to see you again, baby girl, and Julia, too. I I can't breathe "
Emeline had never seen one example of real affection and cooperation between mother and daughters, of work quickly and skilfully done and forgotten, of a clean bright house and a blossoming garden; she had never heard a theory otherwise than that she was poor, her friends were poor, her parents were poor, and that born under the wheels of a monstrous social injustice, she might just as well be dirty and discouraged and discontented at once and have done with it, for in the end she must be so.
Rebecca went back to her chamber and kept her lamp burning all night. The next morning her eyes upon Mrs. Dent were wary and blazing with suppressed excitement. She kept opening her mouth as if to speak, then frowning, and setting her lips hard. After breakfast she went upstairs, and came down presently with her coat and bonnet. "Now, Emeline," she said, "I want to know where the Slocums live."
He'd get up and shut the door, as if he was scart the neighbors' morals would suffer though the only neighbor within hearin' was an old critter that used to run a billiard saloon in Gloucester, and HIS morals had been put out of their misery forty years afore and he'd suggest that Emeline better leave the room, maybe.
"And if you were a little older, or he had more of a job, I'd give him a piece of my mind. You ain't going to marry HIS sort, I should hope. But, Lord, you're both only kids!" "I guess I can mind my own business, Mama," Julia said. "Well, I guess you can," Emeline conceded amiably. "Look, Ju, at the size of these sleeves ain't that something fierce?
And now I say if Aunt Min has a chance to rent her room " "God knows you're welcome to that room as long as you'll stay, Julie," Mrs. Tarbury said tremulously; "it's only " "If every one was as good to me as you are, Aunt Min!" Julia said, beginning to cry. Mrs. Tarbury burst into sobs, and they clung together. "I never meant that you wasn't awfully good to her, Min," Emeline said stiffly.
Emeline was conscious of running across the gang-plank as a sailor stooped to draw it in. The bell was ringing and the boat was already in motion. It sidled and backed away from its moorings. Emeline knelt panting at the rail on the forward deck. A flambeau fastened to the wharf bowed its light to the wind as the boat swung about, showing the King of Beaver smiling and waving his hand in farewell.
"But your papa never was anything but a perfect ge'man, never! I'll never forget one night when he took me to Grant's Cafe for dinner! I was all dressed up to kill, and George looked elegant " A long reminiscence followed. "I hope to God you get as good a man as your papa," said Emeline more than once, romantically.
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