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But he did not care who heard what he said. All was wrong with his world. It was bad enough to have Flora ill, but to have Madge out of commission would be to forge another chain to hold him to Hamilton Hill. "She can be made very comfortable here," said Dr. Dabney. "Mrs. Flippin is a famous housekeeper. And anyone who has ever slept in that east room in summer knows that there is nothing better."
"I wanted to talk a little about your Becky." His laughter died at once. "Well, I'm not going to talk about her." "Please I am dying of curiosity I hear that she is very rich, Georgie." "Rich?" "Yes. She has oodles of money " "I don't believe it." "But it is true, Georgie." "Who told you?" "Mrs. Flippin." "It is all rot " "It isn't rot, Georgie. Mrs. Flippin knows about it.
But he was none the less a good doctor and a wise one. Waterman's physician confirmed the diagnosis. It would be very unwise to move Miss MacVeigh. "But she can't stay here," said Dalton. "Why not?" "She can't be made comfortable." Dalton surveyed the Flippin sitting-room critically. He was aware that Mr. Flippin was in the doorway, and that Mrs. Flippin and Mary could not fail to catch his words.
When the baby came, Truxton was wild to write us, but Mary wouldn't. She felt if he was here when it was told that we would forgive him If anything happened to him she didn't want him to die feeling that we had blamed him I must say that Mary was wise but to think that my son has married Mary Flippin." "Mary's a dear," said Becky stoutly. "Yes," Aunt Claudia agreed, "but not a wife for my son.
Individually, however, they were beloved by the Judge because they were the children and grandchildren of a certain old Dinah who had slept in a basket by his bed until she died. Bob Flippin had a couple of setters, and the five canines formed a wistful semicircle around the lunch basket. The lunch basket was really a fishing-basket, lined with tin. In one end was a receptacle for ice.
Now Bob Flippin had reached the middle years, and the Judge was old, but they still fished together. They were comrades in a very close and special sense. What Bob Flippin lacked in education and culture he made up in wisdom and adoration of the Judge. When he talked he had something to say, but as a rule he let the Judge talk and was always an absorbed listener.
He had sent her books, and magazines, and now on this first visit, he brought back the "Pickwick" which he had picked up in the road after the accident. "I have wondered," Madge said, "what became of it." They were in the Flippin sitting-room. Madge was in a winged chair with a freshly-washed gray linen cover. The chair had belonged to Mrs.
Flippin had time for that quiet hour by her bedside. "Mary looked lovely," said Madge. "Didn't she?" Mrs. Flippin rocked and talked. "You would never have known that dress was made for anybody but for Mary. Becky gave Mary another dress out of a lot she had down from New York. It is yellow organdie, made by hand and with little embroidered scallops."
Flippin and Mary were baking cakes for the feast at Huntersfield. Mrs. Flippin was to go over in the afternoon and help Mandy, and to-morrow Truxton and his mother would arrive. "The Judge is like a boy," said Mrs. Flippin; "he's so glad to have Truxton home." "Perhaps he won't be so glad when he gets here " "Why not?" Mrs. Flippin turned and stared at her daughter.
Why, her pearls belonged to a queen." She told him their history. It came back to him with a shock that he had said to Becky that the pearls cheapened her. "If they were real," he had said. "It was rather strange the way I found it out," Madge was saying. "Mary Flippin had on the most perfect gown with all the marks on it of exclusive Fifth Avenue.
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