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They ain't clean like home folks. I shall certainly be dretful pleased to see Eleena, and so will her grandpa in spite o' the way he goes on about it." A snort came from the region of the newspaper. "I shouldn't think you'd feel as if you had a grandchild now that six rich people has adopted her," Albertina suggested helpfully. "It's a good thing for the child," her grandmother said.
"Didn't she have any kids her own age to play with?" "She had 'em, but she didn't have any time to play with them. You forget she was supporting a family all the time, Jimmie." "By jove, I'd like to forget it." "She had one friend named Albertina Weston that she used to run around with in school. Albertina also wrote poetry.
"Did she write you about having gold coffee spoons at her last place?" Albertina asked. "I think they was probably gilded over like ice-cream spoons, and she didn't know the difference. I guess she has got a lot of new clothes. Well, I'll have to be getting along. I'll come in again."
You ought to be very thankful for such a place, Albertina, instead of feeling so stuck up that you pick up your skirts from it." But Albertina's superiority of mind was impregnable. Her spirit sat in judgment on all the conditions of Eleanor's new environment. She seemed to criticize everything.
She found Albertina grown into a huge girl, sunk in depths of sloth and snobbishness, who plied her with endless questions concerning life in the gilded circles of New York society. Eleanor found her disgusting and yet possessed of that vague fascination that the assumption of prerogative often carries with it.
"She argues that Eleanor is some six months younger than she and ought to be in bed first, and personally she has got to go in the next fifteen minutes." "It's pretty hot weather to go to bed in," Albertina said. "Miss Sturgis, if I can get my mother to let me stay up half an hour more, will you let Eleanor stay up?"
Old as he was, the Colonel was not insensible to female beauty, and the rare loveliness of this young girl moved him with something like admiration, and made his voice a little softer as he said, "Are you Eliza Ann Smith? What do you want?" "I am not Eliza Ann," Eloise answered quickly. "I am Eloise Albertina Smith.
"Everything will be all right," she repeated soothingly; "now you just put your head here, and have your cry out." "My Aunt Margaret has a great many people living in her family," Eleanor wrote to Albertina from her new address on Morningside Heights.
Margaret was telling her the stories of the Shakespeare plays, and David was trying to make a card player of her, but was not succeeding as well as if Albertina had not been brought up a hard shell Baptist, who thought card playing a device of the devil's. Peter alone did not come, for even when he was in town he was busy in the afternoon.
"Dear Uncle Peter," Eleanor wrote from Colhassett when she had been established there under the new régime for a week or more. "I slapped Albertina's face. I am very awfully sorry, but I could not help it. Don't tell Aunt Margaret because it is so contrary to her teachings and also the golden rule, but she was more contrary to the golden rule that I was. I mean Albertina.
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