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Van Anden answered: "Oh, my brother in Christ!" As for Ester, she prayed, in her clothes-press, thankfully for Dr. Douglass, more hopefully for Sadie, and knew not that a corner of the poor little letter which had slipped from Julia's hand and floated down the stream one summer morning, thereby causing her such a miserable, miserable day, was lying at that moment in Dr.
Van Anden made no sort of reply, if Sadie could judge from his face; he seemed to have grown weary of the whole subject; he leaned back in his carriage, and let the reins fall loosely and carelessly.
And she had bright days in which she really seemed to grow strong, and which deceived every body save Dr. Van Anden and herself. During one of those bright days Sadie came from school full of a new idea, and curled herself in front of Ester's couch to entertain her with it. "Mr. Hammond's last," she said. "Such a curious idea, as like him as possible, and like nobody else.
They went, in the night and darkness, across the street, saying nothing. As the doctor applied his key to the door, Ester spoke in low, distressed tones: "Doctor Van Anden, I did not think I did not dream ." Then she stopped. "I know," he said, kindly. "It was unexpected. I thought she would linger until morning, perhaps through the day.
Van Anden was that victim. What right had he to arraign her before him, and say with whom she should, or should not, associate, as if he were indeed her very grandfather! What business had he to think that she was too friendly with Dr. Douglass! With the usual honesty belonging to very angry people, it had not once occurred to her that Dr. Van Anden had said and done none of these things.
"I ask thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, A mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at thy side; Content to fill a little space If thou be glorified." Of course Dr. Van Anden did not know that Ester Ried stood in the doorway below, and was at that precise moment in need of just such help as this; but then what mattered that, so long as the Master did?
You've cried tears on my white apron, and put out all the starch." Ester set her down hastily, and went away. Certainly Ester was cross and miserable. Dr. Van Anden was one of her thorns. He crossed her path quite often, either with close, searching words about self-control, or grave silence. She disliked him.
"Miss Ester looks as though the heat had been too much for her cheeks," Mrs. Brookley said, laughing. "What have you been doing?" "Something besides keeping cool," Ester answered soberly. "Which is a difficult thing to do, however," Dr. Van Anden said, speaking soberly too. "I don't know, sir; if I had nothing to do but that, I think I could manage it."
As for Sadie, she sat straight and still as if petrified with amazement, as she well-nigh felt herself to be, for the strong, firm voice belonged to Dr. Douglass! An hour later Dr. Van Anden was pacing up and down the long parlor, with quick, excited steps, waiting for he hardly knew what, when a shadow fell between him and the gaslight. He glanced up suddenly, and his eyes met Dr.
"Oh, Doctor, do let me enjoy this soft air for a few minutes." "Positively, no. Either come in the house, or go home directly. You are very imprudent. Miss Ester, I'll mail your letters for you." "What does Dr. Van Anden want to act like a simpleton about Florence Vane for?" Ester asked this question late in the evening, when the sisters were alone in their room.
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