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"Now, Aunt C'rilla," she pleaded, "you're surely not going to take that funny old basket to Pembroke this time Christmas Day and all." "'Deed and 'deed I am," returned Aunt Cyrilla briskly, as she put it on the table and proceeded to dust it out.
"Now, let me see," said Aunt Cyrilla reflectively, tapping the snowy kitchen table with the point of her plump, dimpled forefinger, "what shall I take? That big fruit cake for one thing Edward does like my fruit cake; and that cold boiled tongue for another. Those three mince pies too, they'd spoil before we got back or your uncle'd make himself sick eating them mince pie is his besetting sin.
"You mean, I might tell him I'd give him my answer when I was independent and had paid back." Cyrilla nodded. Mildred relit her cigarette, which she had let go out. "I had thought of that," said she. "But I doubt if he'd tolerate it. Also" she laughed with the peculiar intonation that accompanies the lifting of the veil over a deeply and carefully hidden corner of one's secret self "I am afraid.
No one need be ashamed or nervous before Agnes Belloc about being poor or unsuccessful or having to resort to shabby makeshifts or having to endure coarse contacts. Cyrilla represented refinement, appreciation of the finished work luxurious and sterile appreciation and enjoyment. Agnes represented the workshop where all the doers of all that is done live and work.
Benedict, it is related that when his nurse Cyrilla let fall a stone sieve, her distress was changed into rejoicing by the prayer of the holy child, at which the broken parts came together and were made whole; that once on receiving his food in a basket, let down to his otherwise inaccessible cell, the devil vainly tried to vex him by breaking the rope; that once Satan, assuming the form of a blackbird, nearly blinded him by the flapping of his wings; that once, too, the same tempter appeared as a beautiful Roman girl, to whose fascinations, in his youth, St.
Why, I'd not care to make a career, at that price. Slavery plain slavery." When she went in to dinner, she saw instantly that Cyrilla too had been crying. Cyrilla did not look old, anything but that, indeed was not old and would not begin to be for many a year. Still, after thirty-five or forty a woman cannot indulge a good cry without its leaving serious traces that will show hours afterward.
And it does look so funny to be walking through the streets with that big, bulgy basket hanging on your arm." "I'm not a mite worried about its looks," returned Aunt Cyrilla calmly. "As for its being a trouble, why, maybe it is, but I have that, and other people have the pleasure of it. Edward and Geraldine don't need it I know that but there may be those that will.
"If it's cheap, I don't think it's likely to be good in New York," replied Cyrilla. "You'll have to put up with inconveniences and worse. I'd offer to help you find a place, but I think everything self-reliant one does helps one to learn. Don't you?" "Yes, indeed," assented Mildred. The thing was self-evidently true; still she began to hate Cyrilla. This cold-hearted New York!
Not to anticipate, in the course of that same conversation Mildred said: "If there is anything about me about my life that you wish me to explain, I shall be glad to do so." "I know all I wish to know," replied Cyrilla Brindley. "Your face and your manner and your way of speaking tell me all the essentials." "Then you must not think it strange when I say I wish no one to know anything about me."
"There's a cold roast chicken in the pantry," said Lucy Rose wickedly, "and the pig Uncle Leo killed is hanging up in the porch. Couldn't you put them in too?" Aunt Cyrilla smiled broadly. "Well, I guess we'll leave the pig alone; but since you have reminded me of it, the chicken may as well go in. I can make room."
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