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"That does seem quite reasonable," said Ethelwyn. Turner had taken no part in the conversation. He, too, had just come in from a walk over the hills. He was now standing looking out at the sea. "She looks uneasy, does she not?" I said. "You mean the Atlantic?" he returned, looking round. "Yes, I think so. I am glad she is not a patient of mine.
All the way out they played games with the trees and flowers. Ethelwyn rode alongside the phaeton. They counted the spots they passed that were purple with thistles, and they were many. Others were pink and white with clover and daisies. Their mother told them the story of the Field of the Cloth of Gold, when they drove down the lane bordered with golden Spanish needles.
"Will it cost very much, Joe?" "No, not much, but there's so many of us to feed and clothe that we never have any money left for anything else." "Mother will help, I know," said Ethelwyn, and they went up to the house, pondering deeply. "Those horrid puppies! I wish we'd never heard of them," said Ethelwyn. "Then we could give Dick the money. What did you think about them for?"
Ethelwyn, however, spent a very unhappy afternoon. That night she woke up sobbing, and crawled into grandmother's big bed. "What's the matter, child?" said grandmother, sitting up in bed with a start. "Are you sick?" "Yes, grandmother, awful! You'll never like me again, I know." And then she told her about the pumpkin pies.
"And I've often thought what was it that makes part of them stalk and leaves, and then all at once end in a flower," said Ethelwyn. Then, after a moment's silence, she proposed, "Let's have another game." "Yes, mother, you think of one." "I was thinking of one this morning," said mother, "for I thought likely you would be asking me to make up one, though it isn't my turn."
"I'd just as lief Dick would have it as not, momsey, for I've my heart chock full of dolls now, and it will be so good to have Dick and others well and comfyble." Ethelwyn came a moment later. "It's all right, mother," she said, also climbing up to her place. "I can make pictures with a pencil more easily than I can bear to think that Dick needs my camera money, I'll be glad to do it, mother."
She was going to combine resting and mending, as usual, so she came to the nursery, just as they were beginning a temperance lecture. Bobby was selling tickets, and mother cheerfully paid a penny, and sat in her low rocker near the window. Nan had chosen to be lecturer, so Ethelwyn, Beth, and Bobby made a somewhat reluctant and highly critical audience.
Would the Mary that poured the ointment on Jesus's head have refused to marry a good man because he was the brother of that Mary who poured it on His feet? Have you thought what God would think of Tom for a husband to Martha?" I did not answer, for conscience had begun to speak. When I lifted my eyes from the ground, thinking Ethelwyn stood beside me, she was gone.
"Nor with his habits?" my wife went on. "No." "Nor with his ways of thinking?" "No. But, Ethelwyn, you know what I mean quite well. His family, you know." "Well, is his father not a respectable man?" "Oh, yes, certainly. Thoroughly respectable." "He wouldn't borrow money of his tailor instead of paying for his clothes, would he?" "Certainly not"
Their mother laughed now in a bright fashion they loved, and squeezed them up tightly. "No, no, chickens," she said, "I'm never sorry I bought you; you were bargains, both of you, but I've had much to think of, and plan for, in the last few months, and perhaps I've neglected you somewhat." "Can you tell us 'bout things, mother?" asked Ethelwyn. "P'raps we could help some."
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