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Morton hastened valiantly to her own support. "Yes, indeed," she declared, haughtily; "my motion was first. I must insist that it be voted upon. If Miss Johnson wished to have an imported English president for our American society, she should have nominated Mrs. Flynn first." She made direct appeal to the presiding officer. "Am I not right, dear?" Cicily beamed on Mrs.
She stood serenely defiant, while the company of babbling, head-tossing women hastened forth from the drawing-room, until only Mrs. Delancy remained. For a few moments after the passing of the Civitas Society, Cicily remained in her place, motionless, tense, her face whitely set. Then, of a sudden, the rigidity of her pose relaxed.
Cicily explained with an air of patient toleration. "They must first be nominated, my dear, and then be seconded. You have a chance of performing a valuable service to the club now, Ruth, by seconding the nominations already made." "Oh, have I?" the girl demanded, animatedly, evidently pleased by this unexpected opportunity of fulfilling her ideals.
Delancy did not seem impressed by the oversight. "Do you think it makes any real difference, dear?" she questioned placidly. At this taunt, Cicily assumed an air of reproach that was hardly calculated to deceive the astute old lady, who had known the girl for twenty years. "Don't you take our club seriously?" she questioned in her turn. Her musical voice was touchingly plaintive.
Mamma would have been alive if she hadn't been drowned. A good many live to be eighty. Why, you're not seventy yet. Poor dear! You may have ten or a dozen more years of it!" Mrs. Delancy was actually horrified by her niece's commiseration. "Cicily," she eluded, "you must not speak in that manner. I've been happily married. You " The afflicted bride was not to be turned aside from her woe.
"Surely, you couldn't mind my telling them that," Cicily said, in a voice suspiciously demure. "And that's all I told them, except " "Except what?" Hamilton fairly shouted. "Why, except about the contracts to do the work for the independents at fifteen cents that's all." "You you told them that!" the astounded husband gasped. He whirled toward Morton. "Why, it isn't so, Mr.
"Madam Chairman," she announced in her resonant voice, "I rise on a question of rules." "But there is a question before the house," Cicily protested. "I am exceedingly sorry to antagonize the chair," Mrs. Flynn maintained resolutely, "but, since my late lamentable experience in this club, I have made it a point to look up the matter of parliamentary law as exercised in America."
When, after a sleepless night, she rose, it was with the maze of disaster still unthreaded. Her usual ingenuity of resource was become impotent. Raging against her own supineness, she was yet forced into ignoble inactivity. Cicily learned that her husband had breakfasted early, and had left the house, without any message to her, or any statement as to when he might return.
"I can't waste my time in arguing with a woman," Delancy answered loftily, and, turning away, tugged superciliously at a wisp of whisker. "That's it! Oh, yes, that's it!" Cicily exclaimed, with rising indignation. Her embarrassment had passed, but a flush remained in her cheeks, and her radiant eyes were alight with the battle-lust. "You think women haven't any intelligence.
An excellent housekeeper, who was far wiser in matters of ménage than she could ever be, held admirable sway over the domestic machinery. The servants, thus directed, were as those untroubling inventions of which she had complained. Since she was not devoted to the distraction of social gaieties, Cicily found an appalling amount, of unemployed time on her hands.
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