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Clytie hardly felt sure just yet whether what she most wanted was to gain a Social Triumph or to lend a Helping Hand. It was Abner's lot to help influence her decision. The Bunnies could hardly believe their eyes when, one day, Mrs. Palmer Pence came rolling into the Burrow.
She was dressed very simply in a soft creamy cashmere, and her fair hair was piled up on her head in regal fashion: the smooth plaits seemed to crown her; a little knot of red berries that had been carelessly fastened against her throat was the only colour about her; but she looked more like Clytie than ever, and again I told myself that I had never seen a sweeter face.
What were the paid services of menials, however deft and practised, compared with the intimate, personal exertions, the the yes, the ministrations of a woman like Medora Giles? "She was probably just waiting for the chance," said Whyland heartily. "You don't often find talent and real practicality combined in one girl as they are in Miss Giles. Even little Clytie Summers "
"He will become quite like the rest of us in time," she said; "and in no great time, either!" In the early days of June Abner spoke. Medora listened and considered. "I am like Clytie Summers " she began slowly. "You are not a bit like her!" interrupted Abner, with all haste. "In one respect," Medora finished: "when I get married I want to get married for good.
She, Clytie, thought it not well that a man of David's years and honour should "make himself ridiculous that way." So it was early in this new life that the little boys came to walk as it behooves those to walk who shall taste death. And to the littler boy, prone to establish relations and likenesses among his mental images, the big house itself would at times be more than itself to him.
But to hear her wonder and lament and suggest, with soft, liquid inflexions, and low, sad murmurs, in tones as full of serious tenderness for the fate of the lost key as if it had been a child that had strayed from its mother, was so winning, that, had her features and figure been as delicious as her accents, if she had looked like the marble Clytie, for instance, why, all can say is
If Clytie doesn't give up the skin of this one I shall be tempted to forget that she's a woman. There, I hear grandad coming, so you won't be leaving me alone." Grandfather Delcher came in cheerily as Nancy left the room. "Resting, my boy? That's good. You look brighter already Nancy must come often." He took Nancy's chair by the couch and began the reading of his morning's mail.
It represents the head of a young girl looking down, the neck and shoulders being supported in the cup of a large flower, which by a little effort of imagination can be made into a giant sunflower. The latest supposition, however, is that this bust represented not Clytie, but Isis.
He told his tale to the two boys and Clytie, Grandfather Delcher having wished to hear no more of the occurrence.
"Never," replied Abner firmly. "I have other uses for my money." His rules of conduct marshalled themselves in a stiff row before him; forlorn Flatfield came into view. Neither his principles nor his practice of making monthly remittances to the farm permitted such excesses. "Why, it doesn't cost anything," rejoined Clytie. "There's no admission charge.