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Carr-Boldt, she can get a thousand girls to take my place, her niece is dying to do it! and I'm going to take my old school here for the term. Mr. Forbes spoke to me about it after church this morning; they want me back. I want this year at home; I want to see more of Bruce and Ju, and sort of stand by darling little Beck! But it's for you, most of all, Mother," said Margaret, with difficulty.
"Oh and I don't know! Everything was so simple. All this business of sterilizing, and fumigating, and pasteurizing, and vaccinating, and boiling in boracic acid wasn't done in those days," she finished vaguely. "Now there you are now there you are!" said Mrs. Carr-Boldt, entering into the conversation with sudden force.
"And call Mr. Carr-Boldt at the club at one," she added. "All that, now fancy!" said her employer, admiringly. She had swept some scattered magazines from a small table, and was now seated there, negligently shuffling a pack of cards in her fine white hands. "Ring, will you, Peggy?" said she. "And the boat races are to-day, and you dine at Oaks-in-the-Field," Margaret supplemented inflexibly.
And, Fraulein, will you telephone old Mrs. McNab, and say that Mrs. Carr Boldt is lying down with a severe headache, and she won't be able to come in this morning? Thank you. And, Fraulein, telephone the yacht club, will you? And tell Mr. Mathews that Mrs. Carr-Boldt is indisposed and he'll have to come back this afternoon. I'll talk to him before the children's races. And one thing more!
Carr-Boldt; "and the little de Normandys lived with their grandmother until they were old enough for boarding school." "Well, the Deanes have three!" Margaret said triumphantly. "Ah, well, my dear! Harry Deane's a rich man, and she was a Pell of Philadelphia," Mrs. Crawford supplied promptly. "Now the Eastmans have three, too, with a trained nurse apiece." "I see," Margaret admitted slowly.
Margaret delightedly selected a little collection of things for Julie's trousseau. A pair of silk stockings, a scarf she never had worn, a lace petticoat, pink silk for a waist. Mrs. Carr-Boldt, coming in in the midst of these preparations, insisted upon adding so many other things, from trunks and closets, that Margaret was speechless with delight.
Then the same speaker said reminiscently, "I taught school once for three months when I was a girl, to show my father I could support myself." "I've taught for four years," Margaret said. "Well, if you ever want to try something else, there are such lots of fascinating things a girl can do now! be sure you come and see me about it," the stranger said. "I am Mrs. Carr-Boldt, of New York."
Victoria Carr-Boldt, just Rebecca's age, as a big schoolgirl still, self-conscious and inarticulate, her well-groomed hair in an unbecoming "club," her well-hung skirts unbecomingly short. Margaret had half expected to find Rebecca at the same stage of development. Rebecca was cheerful now, the promise exacted, and cheerfully observed: "Dad didn't get his raise isn't that the limit?"
That means three indoor maids, George's chauffeur, a man for lawn and furnace that's five " "Doubling expenses," said Mrs. Carr-Boldt, thoughtfully. "Doubling ! Trebling, or more. But that's not all. Baby must be out from eleven to three every day. So you've got to go sit by the carriage in the park while nurse goes home for her lunch.
Carr-Boldt would have his club, his business, his yacht, his motor-cars, he was well accustomed to living in cheerful independence of family claims. But life without Mother ! In a sick moment of revelation, Margaret saw it.
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