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She told Susan of her new treatment, her new doctor, the devotion of her old maid; Emma, the servant of her early married life, was her close companion now, and although Mrs. Baxter always thought of her as a servant, Emma was really the one intimate friend she had. Susan remained a brief quarter of an hour, chatting easily, but burning with inward shame.
They heard the maid's voice, then a cry of "At last!" and Emma Dean fairly charged into their midst. "I never was so glad to see any one in all my life," she cried, with a joyful wave of her hand. "How I have missed you while you have been gallivanting about New York without giving the friend of your freshman days a thought. You might have sent me a postcard, you know."
"Nowadays you'll see folk ploughing between the corn-poles and the hay-frames." "I've not seen it yet," said Lars. "But it seems you've seen a lot. Of all the silly goats...." But the end of it was that Lars gave way, Nils being head man there, and went on ploughing till the Captain came home. It crossed my mind that I had left some washing behind with Emma when I went away, before.
At this he nearly choked himself with his betel quid and fixing me with his little eyes, muttered: "Even a lizard will give a fly the time to say its prayers." I turned my back on him and was very thankful to get beyond the throw of a spear. I haven't been out of the Emma since.
Now say, 'Emma, you are one in a million, and a cook besides. Give me your coat and hat. Your kimono and slippers await you." "What a dear you are, Emma," declared Grace, as she handed her wraps to Emma and began to unhook her skirt. "How I wish you had been with us. The girls were so sorry you couldn't come.
"I recollect you did, but why I know not; only Mary said that it was not your fault." "I trust it was not so; but it was my misfortune. Emma, I am almost distracted; I have not slept for weeks; but pray believe me, when I say that I have done no wrong; indeed " "We are interrupted," said Emma, hurriedly; "there is somebody coming upstairs."
One day a Lutheran girl, Emma Schmeltz, said during a Monday morning lunch talk: "Well, anyhow, I believe it's all a probation, and everything'll be made right hereafter. I believe my religion, I do. Yes, we'll be rewarded in the hereafter." Becky Rebecca Lichtenspiel laughed, as did most of the girls. Said Becky: "And there ain't no hereafter. Did you ever see a corpse? Ain't they the dead ones!
November saw Fifth Avenue a-glitter with uniforms, and one third of them seemed to be petticoated. The Featherloom factory saw little of Emma now.
Mr. Weston must be quiet, and every thing deliberately arranged. With this treatment, Mr. Woodhouse was soon composed enough for talking as usual. "He should be happy to see Mrs. Goddard. He had a great regard for Mrs. Goddard; and Emma should write a line, and invite her. James could take the note. But first of all, there must be an answer written to Mrs. Cole."
The spring itself I had fashioned originally from a broad staybusk Emma had given me, but, when I came to test it; it proved too weak; so I made another from a saw-blade only six millimetres across, after I had first filed off the teeth. This new spring, however, was too strong; I had to manage as best I could by winding it only half-way up, and then, when it ran down, half-way up again.
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