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"Susette shall remain upon my hands an old maid for the term of her natural life if you dispute the confection of Easter pie!"
The woman in the white cap is my sister. My sweetheart is the little girl my granddaughter, Susette." I raised my own white umbrella over my head, picked up my sketch-trap, and took the path back to the river. The rain had ceased, the sun was shining brilliant, radiant sunshine; all the leaves studded with diamonds; all the grasses strung with opals, every stone beneath my feet a gem.
Wilhelmina Mercer was there, and she kept them going. The Mercers were quite new to Avonlea, having come here only two months previously. I was sitting by the window and Wilhelmina Mercer, Maggie Henderson, Susette Cross and Georgie Hall were in a little group just before me. I wasn't listening to their chatter at all, but presently Georgie exclaimed teasingly: "Miss Charlotte is laughing at us.
Amy beautiful, indolent toward Susette and the household; Amy tense, with a jealous, vigilant light in her eyes, when it was a matter of Joe and her love or the money so passionately desired. But these recollections she would dismiss with excuses for her sister. "There are two kinds of women," Ethel sagely told herself. "Mothers and wives. And she was a wife. It may be I'm a mother."
"Go back and marry, settle down? Do I want to? No. And anyhow, there's Joe and Susette. My place is right here and I'm going to stay. But what is it going to mean to me? What do I want in this city now?" In the turmoil, startled, she looked about her for a purpose, some ideal. But the old beliefs seemed dim; the new ones, garish and confused. She recalled those faces of Amy's friends.
Nor was I at a loss to guess the object of his pursuit. It had been lately whispered in the Court that the King had fallen in love with his mistress's younger sister, Susette d'Entragues; whose home at Malesherbes lay but three leagues from Fontainebleau, on the edge of the forest.
"And these other frocks," Jeannette declared, pointing to them where Susette had spread them out upon the bed, "are just colourless baby things that anybody can wear." "They look exquisite to me," regretted Georgiana, eying them wistfully.
One day, when Susette had bumped her head and her aunt was comforting her, suddenly in a revealing flash came the thought, "I love you, oh, so hard, my sweet! But I want another one all my own!" When in September she and Susette went back to Joe in the city, all this grew more intense and clear. For he would not give her much longer now; she saw that he had made up his mind.
No, thanks not yet not for me! . . . Though she told me you soon get used to it. . . . "Well, how about going back to Ohio, to the little history prof, and hating all men one and all! That sounds exceedingly tempting! . . . I won't do it, though because if I do, it means I'm beaten here and I'd lose Susette and the baby! . . . Quiet, now. . . . And then there's Dwight.
And her day from that time on was filled with a succession of little tasks, which at first puzzled and wearied her, made her often anxious and cross, but then attracted her more and more. What a change from the month before, from Mr. Greesheimer to Susette! She became engrossed in the washing and dressing and feeding of her tiny charge.
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