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"No; there wouldn't," said Mr Cheesacre, who had been out on the previous evening, inspecting, and perhaps limiting, the carpenters in their work. "That's just it," said Mrs Greenow. "But there won't be any harm, will there, Mr Cheesacre, in Jeanette's going out with our things? She'll ride in the cart, you know, with the eatables. I know Jeannette's a friend of yours."
As for General Philemon Ward, a dear old crank who, when Jeanette was born, was voting with the Republican party for the first time since the war, and who ran twice for President on some strange issue before she was in long dresses, General Ward, whose children's ages could be guessed by the disturbers of the public peace, whose names they bore, Eli Thayer, Mary Livermore, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Frances Willard, Neal Dow, Belva Lockwood, and Helen Gougar, General Ward, who scorned her father's offer of ten thousand dollars a year as state counsel for the National Provisions Company, and went out preaching fiat money and a subtreasury for the farmers' crops, trusting to God and the flower garden about his little white house, to keep the family alive it is odd that Jeanette's childish impression was that General Ward was a man of consequence in the world.
In Jeanette's case even Lige Bemis Judge Bemis, she had been taught to call him never showed the tar under the gilding to her eyes. Her first memory of him was in her father's office in the big City.
It could be combed and braided, or curled or fluffed without tangling, and Raggedy Ann was very proud when Jeanette came to live with the dolls. And you would have been angry, too, for something had happened to Jeanette. Something or someone had stolen into the nursery that night when the dolls were asleep and nibbled all the wax from Jeanette's beautiful face and now all her beauty was gone!
Also Jeanette Compton is the finest little girl on our staff." "And you're watching Helga Strawn too?" "With both of Jeanette's bright little eyes, all the time. To go on: we've found through our men in New York that fifteen days after the death of your brother, Helga Strawn placed on deposit in her bank in New York two drafts. One for five thousand dollars, one for twenty thousand.
After the death of his boy there was a decided change in him. Night after night he tore himself away from John Anderson's saloon, and struggled with the monster that had enslaved him, and for awhile victory seemed to be perching on the banner of his resolution. Another child took the place of the first born, and the dead, and hope and joy began to blossom around Jeanette's path.
Thus Jeanette's old fable came into use; first in jest, and then as an adopted form for getting rid of my great-grandfather when he was in the way. It must have astonished a practical woman like my great-grandmother to find how completely it satisfied him.
The woman was rich, and would not miss a trifling sum, five or ten piasters a month for the mutoi. But why was it forbidden for her son to live with Jeanette, being not married to her? That was our law, but it was seldom enforced. The mutois were fat men who carried war-clubs and struck the poor with them, but her son was tapu because of Jeanette's money. She was at ease now, she said.
"Jeanette!" cried Nina, surprised that her sister should be so eager to tease Nancy, but Nancy did not seem annoyed. She looked straight into Jeanette's flashing eyes, as she said, quietly: "Perhaps Lola did see me dance; I was in New York." "Oh, I didn't say it was you who danced at the theatre. I said the little girl was like you, but I remember now her hair was yellow," Lola said.
"She's coming the first of next week," said Jeanette. "And what is her name?" asked Katie. They were close to a fine large puddle now, and Reginald with a hop landed both feet in the middle of it. "Why, Reginald Merton Dean! You naughty boy!" said Katie; "just look at my new shoes! See the dirty water you've splashed on Jeanette's dress!"
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