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We couldn't think what had gotten you." "I was busy at home when I wasn't at the prom.," said Caroline. "I've come now to see if Winnie would like to go with me to the pictures." "Well " Mrs. Creddle hesitated. "Your uncle was in a fine taking on Thursday night. He seems to have an idea in his head that you were with somebody you daren't speak about.
"Did uncle tell you what Mr. Wilson said?" Then she threw up her head. "But I expect he threatened to go for uncle." "Go for him!" echoed Mrs. Creddle. "Not he. He only wanted to get away and not have a scandal in the place." "I don't believe that," said Caroline. "Uncle can say what he likes, but I don't believe that." "It's true, my lass," said Mrs. Creddle kindly.
"Of course she does," said Caroline, still rather defiant. "I'm not ashamed of it. There's nothing between me and Wilf that I should want to hide from Aunt Creddle."
I never behaved shabby nor dishonourable to anybody that I knows on." "I'm sorry, Aunt," said Caroline, flushing with distressful impatience. "But you have to think of yourself in these days, or get left. It's the rule all over the world now. And if everybody did the same, we should be all all right. Don't you see?" Mrs. Creddle shook her head.
Creddle had once threatened to strap her if she ran about with the lads again after dark. He had caught her racing with streaming hair round some half-built houses in Emerald Avenue, among a party of boys who ought to have been in bed, and his brief comments as he escorted her home were Elizabethan and to the point. Oddly enough, they burnt deeper into her mind than the whole of Mrs.
You wouldn't like it to get about that you'd stopped out all night." "I shouldn't care. I know I've done nothing wrong," said Caroline, beginning to take off her hat. "Now, my lass!" said Creddle grimly, as he finished lacing his boots, "you're coming with me. Don't let's have no nonsense!" "I tell you, I'm not coming," said Caroline, pale about the lips and trembling a little. "Come! Come!
I aren't going to marry him and I aren't going to behave in the way you seem to be afraid of, either. Only I'll just tell you this, aunt I can never, never feel the same to you again after what you've said." "Well, I can't help it!" answered Mrs. Creddle. "You'll come to thank me some day, Carrie, and I suppose I shall have to wait for that." All the same, the good woman's lip was trembling.
So she stood there listlessly, trying to make up her mind whether she should go to see Aunt Creddle or not; and as she did so a slim woman of about forty who had been very pretty came down the Avenue. Caroline remembered quite well what Mrs. Creddle had said about her.
Creddle was then, came to marry such a man." Mrs. Bradford looked down at her fat hands and smiled a little, seeming to see things in the matrimonial philosophy that no spinster was likely to understand. Then after opening the door they both turned again, from force of long habit, to look across the garden, and saw the square board more plainly now than they had done when close under the hedge.
You see my keep costs me nothing, and I have all I earn to spend." She went towards the door, saying over her shoulder: "Now, don't you worry about the dress. I can easily get another, and you may cut this up into a Sunday frock for Winnie." "That I never shall " began Mrs. Creddle: then her round face became suddenly illuminated. "Why, yes, so I will.
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