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Morton, who returned the salute with a fine dignity, after which the two at last subsided into their chairs. Cicily was elated with the subtle manner in which she had evolved order out of chaos. Her eyes glowed with pride, and the flush in her cheeks deepened. There was an added music in her voice, as she once more addressed the company. "Splendid!" she ejaculated. "Now, all in favor of Mrs.
"Oh, I don't can't believe it!" she cried, with sudden fierceness. With the words, she snatched up the box, which Mrs. Flynn had deposited on the table, and poured out the balls. She stared at them affrightedly for a moment. There could be no mistake: They were two white and eight black! Cicily regarded the incontrovertible evidence of defeat for a minute with dilated eyes.
Hamilton, if you consider my interrogation regarding the sex of your guests impertinent, my humblest apologies are at your disposal." "And she didn't choke!" the Irishwoman murmured, admiringly. Cicily insisted that there was no occasion for apology, and afterward went on to explain something as to the character and aims of the Civitas Society for the Uplift of Women.
Motion's morton I mean Mrs. Morton's motion, please say ay!" In a clear, ringing voice she led the chorus in the affirmative. Yes, every woman present, including the presiding officer, voted an enthusiastic ay, whereupon Cicily declared the motion carried; and Mrs. Morton rose and said: "Thank you, ladies." Next, Mrs.
Cicily, pleased by this information as to the gratitude of those whom she had sought to serve, yet tried to change the subject for modesty's sake. "You, Mrs. McMahon," she directed briskly, "must be in charge. You must let me know about the sick ones and the hungry ones, and then I'll see what can be done." "'Deed, and I will that," was the eager response.
"Thank you so much!" was the grateful response; and Cicily fairly dazzled the puzzled gentlemen by the brilliancy of her smile. "You know," she continued mournfully, "Charles did scold me so after you were here that other time when I talked to you. He scolded me really frightfully for talking so much.... It didn't do a bit of good my telling him that I didn't say a thing.
For the first time, he had spoken honest praise of his wife's business ability, and the soul of the woman was filled with a glorious triumph. Delancy was already on his way toward the telephone in the hall. But he turned to speak his mind: "Why on earth don't your Aunt Emma have ideas like that," he questioned, resentfully; "practical ideas?" "Perhaps she has," Cicily replied, accusingly.
"There will be always some good in everything," Schmidt murmured cynically, but not loud enough for the Yankee to hear. Cicily was aware of the tension about her, and deemed it the part of wisdom to create a diversion. "What a coincidence!" she exclaimed, gayly. "Mrs. Schmidt and Mrs. Ferguson and Mrs. McMahon are all coming around here this afternoon.
"My woman would stand where her brains entitle her to stand, beside her husband, looking into his eyes, working for him, working with him, being together with him straight through everything. That's love; that's real marriage!" "Cicily," Mrs. Delancy protested, totally bemused by her niece's fiery eloquence, "I think you're wrong, but I I feel that you're right."
"Dear Auntie," Cicily exclaimed without a moment's hesitation, in a voice of contrition, "I beg you to let me apologize to you very humbly for what Uncle James said." "What the !" stormed the badgered old gentleman. "Now, look here, Cicily. You think you're very smart. But do you know what your attitude has led to? Scandal!" Mrs. Delancy forgot for the moment her own subject for complaint.
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