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Evadne laid her cheek caressingly against Mrs. Everidge's. "If it were only you, dear, how delightfully easy it would be, but do you suppose it is possible for me to love Aunt Kate and Isabelle?" "Yes, dear child, with the love of God." "You can't imagine how I dread the idea of going back!" Evadne said with a sigh. "This summer has been like a lovely dream.
'Twould do more good than miles of tracts. I agree with Paul that livin' epistles make the best readin' an' it don't seem fittin' that she should be shut up in this little place where only a few of us have the right kind of spectacles to see her through. Most of the folks just allow it's Mis' Everidge's way, and would as soon think of tryin' to imitate her as a tadpole would a star."
Oh, it's a wale o' tears!" "But there are no bears in Vernon, Mrs. Riggs," laughed Evadne. "Land, child! you never know what there might be!" said the old lady testily. "Be you a' stayin' at Mis' Everidge's?" "Yes," said Evadne, "she is my aunt." "Hum! I never knew she hed any nieces, 'cept them two gals uv Jedge Hildreth's down ter Marlborough." "I am their cousin, Mrs. Riggs.
Evadne drank her tea out of a chocolate tinted cup, fluted like the bell of a flower, and felt as if she were feasting on the nectar of the gods, while Mr. Everidge's silvery tones kept up a constant stream of talk and Aunt Marthe's beautiful hospitality made her feel perfectly at home.
"You go, dearie, and take Penelope Riggs. It will be a treat to her and you ought to be out in the open air as much as possible." Evadne went out on the veranda. Through the open window she could hear the visitor's ceaseless monotone of complaint mingled with the soft notes of Mrs. Everidge's cheery sympathy.
My head was that tight inside I felt if I didn't git out that minit somethin' would snap. I went straight up to Mis' Everidge's. She's one of the people you see who always lives on a hill, inside an' out. When I got there I couldn't speak. My heart's weak at the best of times an' the weather in there was pretty stormy.
"Why, Horace, can this be possible?" Mrs. Everidge entered the room quickly and stood before her husband. Neither of them noticed Evadne. "My dear, many things are possible in this terrestrial sphere. What particular possibility do you refer to?" "That you have discharged Reuben?" The sweet voice trembled. Mr. Everidge's tones kept their usual complacent calm.
Everidge's eyes came back from one of their long journeys, "Oh, I have learned the luxury of doing without," she said lightly. Evadne threw her arms around her impulsively. "But why, oh, Aunt Marthe, why should not Uncle Horace learn it too?" "We do not see things through the same window," she answered with a smile and a sigh. John Randolph walked slowly through the soft dawning.
Everidge's face between her hands and kissed it reverently. "I mean to devote my life to making other people happy, as you do, my saint," she said. "Board!" The conductor's cry of warning smote the air and the train passengers made a final bustle of preparation for a start. Mrs. Everidge caught Evadne close in a last embrace. "My precious little sister, I shall miss you every day!"
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