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Updated: June 6, 2025
"I will send some one to help you down with that secretary. Cerissa knows about it. It is to be sent up on the Hill." Christine's marriage took place while Paul and Moya were lingering in the Bruneau, for Paul's health ostensibly. Banks and Horace had been left to the smiling irony of justice. They never had a straight chance to define their conduct in the woods; for no one accused them.
We've got a good home here for as long as we want to stay. She's easy to work for, if you do what she says." Chauncey respected Mrs. Bogardus's judgment and her straightforward business habits. Other matters he left alone. But Cerissa was ambitious and emotional, and she stayed indoors, doing little things and thinking small thoughts. She resented her commanding neighbor's casual manners.
Tea was served promptly, as the visitors had a long road home before their dinner-hour. In the reduced state of the establishment it was Katy who brought the tea while Cerissa looked after her little charge.
"Well, if that's rain I'd like to know where it comes from!" He looked up at the moon breaking through drifting clouds. The night was keen and clear. "If I was to tell that to Cerissa she'd never go within a mile o' that house again! Maybe I was mistaken but I ain't goin' back to see!"
She watched him a moment struggling with a cranky umbrella, and then turned her attention to herself and the room. Mrs. Bogardus made her calls in the morning, and always plainly on business. She had not seen the inside of Cerissa's parlor for ten years. This was a grievance which Cerissa referred to spasmodically, being seized with it when she was otherwise low in her mind. "My sakes!
Bogardus, avoiding the onset of words. "Well, good-evening, Cerissa. Thank you for your trouble. I will see about it in the morning." Mrs. Bogardus mentioned what she had just heard to Miss Sallie, who remarked, with her keen sense of antithesis, what a contrast that fireside must be to this. "Which fireside?"
And any room where she sat alone with certain memories of her youth was to her a torture chamber. "She's been up there an awful long time. I wouldn't wonder if she's fainted away." "What would she faint at? I guess it's pretty cold, though. Give me some more tea; put plenty of milk so I can drink it quick." Chauncey's matter of fact tone always comforted Cerissa when she was nervous.
When the two met, Cerissa was immediately reduced to a state of flimsy apology which she made up for by being particularly hot and self-assertive in speaking of the lady afterward. "There is the parlor, in perfect order," she fretted, as she stood waiting to open the front door; "but of course she wouldn't let me take her in there that would be too much like visiting."
"You go back now, Cerissa," she said to the panting woman behind her. "I see the key is in the lock. You may send Chauncey after a while; there is no hurry." "Oh!" gasped Cerissa. "Do you see that!" "What?" "I thought there was something something behind that slit." "There isn't. Step this way. There, can't you see the light?" Mrs.
Suppose you was to ketch some one in there, and corner him! He might turn on you, and shoot you!" "I wish you wouldn't work yourself up so about nothin' at all! Want me to make a blame jackass of myself raisin' the whole place about a potato-peel or a bacon-rind!" "I think you might have some little regard for my feelings," Cerissa whimpered.
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