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Aberthwaite," she said; and then; "May I have the pleasure of presenting to you Mrs. Henderson Bell my mother?" "Wasn't it great!" said Mrs. Weatherstone; "I was there you see, I'd come to call on Mrs. Bell she's a dear, and in came Mrs. Thaddler " "Mrs. Thaddler?" "O I know it was old Aberthwaite, but he represented Mrs.
"We think her a very exceptional young woman." Mr. Thaddler chuckled. "She is that!" he agreed. "Gad! How she did set things humming! They're humming yet at our house!" He glanced rather rancorously at his wife, and Mrs. Porne wished, as she often had before, that Mr. Thaddler wore more clothing over his domestic afflictions. "Scandalous!" Mrs. Thaddler was saying to Madam Weatherstone.
Viva Weatherstone at thirty was a very different woman front the pale, sad-eyed girl of four years earlier. And when the great house on the avenue was arrayed in new magnificence, and all Orchardina that dared had paid its respects to her, she opened the season, as it were, with a brilliant dinner, followed by a reception and ball. All Orchardina came so far as it had been invited.
She certainly can cook! I wish she'd set up her business the sooner the better." Mrs. Weatherstone nodded her head firmly. "She will. She's planning. This was really an interruption her coming here, but I think it will be a help she's not had experience in large management before, but she takes hold splendidly. She's found a dozen 'leaks' in our household already." "Mrs.
The people poured along the winding walls, entered the pretty cottages, were much impressed by a little flock of well-floored tents in another corner, but came back with Ohs! and Ahs! of delight to the large building in the Avenue. Diantha went all over the place, inch by inch, her eyes widening with admiration; Mr. and Mrs. Porne and Mrs. Weatherstone with her.
The foreign visitors were much interested in the young Amazon of Industry, as the Prince insisted on calling her; and even the German Count for a moment forgot his ancestors in her pleasant practical talk. Mrs. Weatherstone had taken pains to call upon the Wardens claiming a connection, if not a relationship, and to invite them all. And as the crowd grew bigger and bigger, Diantha saw Mrs.
She ate with every appearance of enjoyment, chatting amiably about the lovely morning the flowers, the garden and the gardeners; her efforts ill seconded, however. "Shall I attend to the orders this morning?" asked Madam Weatherstone with an air of noble patience. "O no, thank you!" replied Viva. "I have engaged a new housekeeper." "A new housekeeper! When?"
The fuel all went into a small, solidly built power house, and came out in light and heat and force for the whole square. Diantha sighed in absolute appreciation. "Fine, isn't it?" said Mr. Porne. "How do you like the architecture?" asked Mrs. Porne. "What do you think of my investment?" said Mrs. Weatherstone. Diantha stopped in her tracks and looked from one to the other of them. "Fact.
Others, in stern dignity, upheld the shaken standards of Home and Culture; while the most conspicuous outcome of it all was the immediate formation of the New Woman's Club of Orchardina. Behind the straight purple backs and smooth purple legs on the box before them, Madam Weatherstone and Mrs. Weatherstone rolled home silently, a silence of thunderous portent.
What's more, if you are smart enough and I don't doubt you are, you can buy the whole thing on installments, same as you mean to with your furniture." Diantha was dumb, but her mother wasn't. She thanked Mrs. Weatherstone with a hearty appreciation of her opportune help, but no less of her excellent investment. "Don't be a goose, Diantha," she said.
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