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The house was as orderly, and the meals were as regular; and though some things in the usual routine were left undone because of Debby's absence and Miss Bethia's presence in the house, still everything went smoothly, and all the more so that Miss Bethia, who had had a varied experience in the way of long visits, knew just when to sit still and seem to see nothing, and when to put forth a helping hand.
The history of Debby's first day might serve as a sample of most that followed, as week after week went by with varying pleasures and increasing interest to more than one young debutante. Mrs.
Debby's thoughts had floated across the sea; but they came swiftly back when her companion spoke again, steadily and slow, but with a subtile change in tone and manner which arrested them at once.
Off they started at a mad gallop, leaving the bewildered Debby a crumpled heap in the roadway. She was on her feet before Blue Bonnet reached her, laughing and crying in a breath. "How stupid," she panted. "I might have known that gate would fly open. I guess I'm not hurt any." Blue Bonnet felt Debby's arms and limbs and made her stretch herself.
Rollston, in some dismay, bent over her. But before the house disappeared from view Faith's straining eyes saw the two slowly mounting the steps together and turned in great content to say, "I'm glad that friendly lady is to be at Debby's. She has just helped the poor dear up the steps as kindly as possible. Poor Debby! She will miss us." "Yes."
Debby's keen sense of the ludicrous got the better of her respect, and peal after peal of laughter broke from her lips, till a splash behind her put an end to her merriment, and, turning, she found that this friend in need was her acquaintance of the day before. The gentleman seemed pausing for permission to approach, with much the appearance of a sagacious Newfoundland, wistful and wet.
To use Debby's expression, Hester was not one to beat about the bush. Now, she brought up the subject at once. "Did you or Miss Watson choose the substitutes?" she asked. "Why, I did. That is, I recommended the ones I wished to play, and Miss Watson agreed that they were satisfactory." "Helen Loraine, did you choose ones who played the best, as you have boasted that you always do?"
Debby's honour as a house-keeper was at stake, to say nothing of the honour of Mrs Inglis. "It seems as natural as possible to get back to the old spot," said Debby; "and I wish to goodness sister Serepta would get well, or do something else. I mean, I wish she would go and stay to Uncle Jason's, or have Aunt Myra come and stay with her.
She had picked up Debby's word and mentally set down the people from which she had sprung as "poor stock." "If I ever am anything at all, it will be because of Aunt Debby's training," she concluded as the last article of her mother's clothes lay in her hands. "It seems strange that they never came for you." "I'm glad they didn't," responded Hester. Her pride was in arms.
But before long she left some of it there, to show they didn't need so much, because they wasn't so many to eat. "First, Aunt Debby's father died. Her mother an she dug the grave in th' corner of th' clearin', down there where I'm pointin'. Aunt Debby said she couldn't never forget how her mother looked as she said a prayer before they shoveled the dirt back in.
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