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"Thank you: that's very kind of you." He fell into a silence, in which he was able only to wish that he knew what was best, and from which he came to the surface with, "Imogene's family ought to know, of course." "Yes; they put her in my charge. They will have to know. Shall I write to them?" "Why, if you will." "Oh, certainly." "Thank you."
I don't believe she's goin' at all. Is she, Cap'n Bangs?" The captain, who had remained silent during this family jar, could not resist the temptation. "Oh yes, Imogene's goin'," he answered, cheerfully. "She's countin' on havin' the time of her life over there. But she isn't the only one. Why, about all the females in East Wellmouth'll be there.
Whatever you think will be right for me." "I wish to do what will seem right and fair to your mother." "Yes." Colville heaved a hopeless sigh. Then with a deep inward humiliation, he said, "Perhaps if you know Imogene's mother, Mrs. Bowen, you can suggest advise You " "You must excuse me; I can't suggest or advise anything. I must leave you perfectly free."
He could not make anything more of the mystery as he walked at her side, and he went thinking formlessly, as people always think that with the child or with her mother he would have had a community of interest and feeling which he lacked with this splendid girlhood! he was both too young and too old for it; and then, while he answered this or that to Imogene's talk aptly enough, his mind went back to the time when this mystery was no mystery, or when he was contemporary with it, and if he did not understand it, at least accepted it as if it wore the most natural thing in the world.
"Well, Imogene's capable enough, and she'll be here." "Yes." Silence for a time. Then Captain Obed spoke. "Thankful," he said, earnestly, "I know what's worryin' you. It's just what you said, the responsibility of it all. It's too much for you, the responsibility of handlin' this big house and a houseful of boarders when they come. You hadn't ought to do it alone.
Bowen could not turn paler than her headache had left her, and she now underwent no change of complexion. But her throat was not clear enough to say to the end, "Allowed you to stay in " The trouble in her throat arrested her again. Colville became very red. He put out his hand and took Imogene's, and now his eyes and Mrs.
He handed her ceremoniously to the carriage; he handed Effie Bowen even more ceremoniously to the carriage, holding his hat in one hand while he offered the other. Then he mounted to the seat in front of them. "The weather has changed," he said. Imogene hid her face in her muff, and Effie Bowen bowed hers against Imogene's shoulder.
Little red flames were creeping up the valance of the crib in which poor sick Stella lay! The other children were sitting in a row opposite, very calm and still, but blisters had begun to form on Imogene's waxen cheeks, and a cinder, lodged on Ning-Po's flaxen wig, was scorching and singeing. What a spectacle to meet a mother's eyes! Oh, Lady Bird, haste to the rescue! She did not falter.
But Imogene's coolness was quite unruffled and again she answered for him. "He means just what he said," she declared, "and what he said was plain enough, I should think. I don't know why there should be so much row about it. Mr. Parker and I have been good friends ever since I come here to work. He's asked me to marry him some time or other and I said maybe I would.
It seems that there are some things we must not do even for the truth's sake. But that's neither here nor there. What I am most anxious for is not to take a shadow of advantage of this child's of Imogene's inexperience, and her remoteness from her family. I feel that I must in some sort protect her from herself. Yes that is my idea.
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