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Melrose to say: "Oh, when I'm sick of everything I just rush off without warning to my little shanty at Versailles, and live there all alone on scrambled eggs." The perfect house-keeper had replied to Susy's enquiry: "Am sure Mrs.
I suppose you guessed it, or you wouldn't have hidden this beastly business from me." The blood rose to Susy's temples also. Yes, she had guessed it; instinctively, from the day she had first visited him in his bare lodgings, she had been aware of his stricter standard.
John Peyton nodded without speaking, and turned his eyes away into the gathering darkness. The man "Harry" also looked abstractedly at his plate, as if he was saying grace. Clarence wondered who "she" was, and why two little tears dropped from Mrs. Peyton's lashes into Susy's milk, and whether Susy might not violently object to it.
How, as Jane Silsbee, an elder sister of Susy's mother, she had early eloped from the paternal home in Kansas with McClosky, a strolling actor. How she had married him and gone on the stage under his stage name, effectively preventing any recognition by her family.
And Susy's tongue trilled an accompaniment to his thanks. "Lord! it seems so nice to be here just you and me, Clarence like in the old days with nobody naggin' and swoopin' round after you. Don't be greedy, Clarence, but give me a cake." She took one and finished the dregs of his glass.
Brant is coming here to-day, it would be just as well for him to see that SHE IS NO LONGER A CHILD, AS WHEN HE KNEW HER." An hour later, good-natured Mary Rogers, in her character of "a dear," which was usually indicated by the undertaking of small errands for her friend, was gathering roses from the old garden for Susy's adornment, when she saw a vision which lingered with her for many a day.
This was a real delight to Susy: but Prudy, sniffing at it, said, coolly, "O, ho! it smells 's if it didn't cost more'n a cent! 'Tisn't half so sweet as pep'mint!" Before Dotty could be put to bed, she had contrived to break several toys, all of which happened to be Susy's a sugar temple, a glass pitcher, and a small vase.
"Susy's no account; she's too lazy to keep it going." Poor, tired little Susy, who had done a large churning that morning, crimsoned to the roots of her hair as she handed Rachel the brush and hurried out of the room. When dinner was over Mr. Stillman glared into the room where his wife lay. "She is asleep," he said. "I guess she's all right." "She hasn't eaten a thing to-day," said Rachel.
But Susy's wonder was merely the sense of novelty and inexperience, and a slight disbelief in the actual necessity of what she saw; while Clarence, whether from some previous general experience or peculiar temperament, had the conviction that what he saw here was the usual custom, and what he had known with the Silsbees was the novelty.
Susy's state of panic amused both Miss O'Flynn and Kathleen, and Tom was the only one found brave enough to go to the door in answer to the knock. He came back the next instant with a telegram, which was addressed to Miss O'Flynn. She tore it open, and gave a loud scream. "It's my poor cousin Peggy Doharty. She has fallen from her horse and has concussion of the brain. I must go to her at once.
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