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In a few weeks' time the Society was to render Patience in the Town Hall for the benefit of local charities, and rehearsals were occurring frequently. 'Oh! I'm not Patience, Milly objected stiffly; she was only Ella. 'Besides, I mayn't, may I, mamma? 'Your father might not like it, said Leonora.
Some of the older families still lingered, rooted in associations, hesitant before new fashions, and these, Milly at once divined, lived in the old-fashioned brick and stone houses along the Boulevard that crossed West Laurence Avenue just below the Ridge home.
Milly, regarding her light raiment, demurred and telephoned for one herself. When they reached the theatre and she proceeded to sail down the centre aisle, she found that their seats were in the balcony. Clarence, who never dealt with ticket brokers on principle, had not been able to get good floor seats and thought the first row of the balcony would answer, as the theatre was a small one.
"Miss Milly an' Marse Bob ain't said nothin' 'bout Miss Ann leavin'. Fac' is Miss Milly lef' word fer me ter dish up a good dinner fer Miss Ann whilst they wa' away an' serve it on a tray bein' as she wa' all alone." "Well, I 'low we'll be settin' down in the dinin'-room at the house pawty come dinner time," declared the old man, veiled insolence in his tone.
Stringham's impression of the scene they had just quitted. It was in the tone of the fondest indulgence almost, really, that of dove cooing to dove that Mrs. Lowder expressed to Milly the hope that it had all gone beautifully. Her "all" had an ample benevolence; it soothed and simplified; she spoke as if it were the two young women, not she and her comrade, who had been facing the town together.
When a woman looks on the face of her dead comrade, it should not be altogether sad. Something of the joy and the tenderness of their intimacy should rise then to temper the sharpness of her grief. It was not so with Milly. It was wholly horrible to plunge thus, as it were, from the blinding light of the full summer day into the gloom of death.
"It has pulled you down, Ralph, very much. I wish I had been there to nurse you." "Thank you, Percy. Fortunately I did fall into very good hands, and was well looked after. I hope papa has not been over anxious about me?" "I think he has been nervous, Ralph; but he did not show it, but talked cheerfully to keep up mamma and Milly." "And are you quite strong again, Percy?"
"Who can it be?" demanded Milly, now quite excited, and running over in her mind all of her father's female acquaintance, which was not extensive. "Miss Simpson," Horatio said. "Expect you don't remember Josephine Simpson she was the young woman who was in the office when I had the coffee business." "That woman!"
"They're just like mother's at home, mother's that you made for her when she was a little girl only ever so many more." "Well, Milly, I made mother's for her long ago, when it rained for days and days without stopping, and she had grown tired of pretty nearly everything and everybody indoors; and now I have been spending part of these rainy days in making a new set for mother's little girl.
No; this is no Milly Jones, and I insist on knowing who she is! "'Then, if she is not Milly Jones, she is a creature of your own imagination, for no other living girl comes to the house, answered Dubarry doggedly. "'You will not tell me who she is? Very well. When next I see her, she shall tell me, silent as she is, said the lady grimly setting her teeth.
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