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She lifted pleading eyes to the teacher's face, to see therein a look of anger such as she had never before beheld in that gentle countenance for Miss Margaret had caught sight of the marks of the strap on Tillie's bare neck, and she was flushed with indignation at the outrage.
Two uneventful weeks passed by, during which Tillie's quiet and dutiful demeanor almost disarmed her father's threatening watchfulness of her; so that when, one Sunday afternoon, at four o'clock, she returned from a walk to her Aunty Em Wackernagel's, clad in the meek garb of the New Mennonites, his amazement at her intrepidity was even greater than his anger.
Tillie's voice sounded hollow to herself as she spoke. "Then, Tillie, you're got to go to-morrow. I 'll have to get my niece from East Donegal over." It sounded to Tillie like the crack of doom.
One or two motor parties had come out, dined sedately and wined moderately, and had gone back to the city again. The next two weeks saw the weather clear. The roads dried up, robins filled the trees with their noisy spring songs, and still business continued dull. By the first day of May, Tillie's uneasiness had become certainty. On that morning Mr.
To this new Harriet, then, came Tillie in her distress. Tillie was rather overwhelmed at first. The Street had always considered Harriet "proud." But Tillie's urgency was great, her methods direct. "Why, Tillie!" said Harriet. "Yes'm." "Will you sit down?" Tillie sat. She was not daunted now.
He would furnish the upper rooms; he would bring a barkeeper from town these people wanted mixed drinks; he could get a second-hand piano somewhere. Tillie's rebellion was instant and complete. When she found him determined, she made the compromise that her condition necessitated. She could not leave him, but she would not stay in the rehabilitated little house.
What does a body have childern fur? To get no use out of 'em? It ain't no good you're plaguin' me. I ain't leavin' her go. Tillie!" he commanded the child with a twirl of his thumb and a motion of his head; "go set the supper-table!" Margaret laid her arm about Tillie's shoulder. "Well, dear," she said sorrowfully, "we must give it all up, I suppose. But don't lose heart, Tillie.
"And I says to him," added the doctor, "I says, 'You ain't much fur sociability, are you? I says." "Well, I did think, too, Amanda," sympathized her mother, "he'd set up with you mebbe to-night, seein' Rebecca and Tillie's each got their gent'man comp'ny even if he didn't mean it fur really, but only to pass the time."
"Yes, and I never seen a Puntz yet where didn't come by what he set his stubborn head to!" the doctor commented. "It wonders me sometimes, how Tillie's goin' to keep from marryin' him, now he's made up his mind so firm!" "Tillie knows her own worth too well to throw herself away like that." "Well, now I don't know," said the doctor, doubtfully.
I ain't leavin' that there woman spoil you with no such letters like this here. Now you know!" The gleam of actual wickedness in Tillie's usually soft eyes, as she saw that longed-for letter tossed into the flames, would have startled her father had he seen it. The girl trembled from head to foot and turned a deathly white.
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