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She was evidently trying to say something that would not get itself said, and her elder sister was too busy with her toilet to notice the signs of perturbation. Finally the words came with a rush. "Deena," she said, "when we were children in the nursery you once said I was a 'coward at you' I remember your very words. Well, I believe I am still!
Deena started forward in alarm. "Was he sent for? Is my sister ill?" she inquired, nervously, and then sank back in her chair, smiling, when she found it was only a phase of young Minthropism.
"Ponsonby is a botanist," Stephen corrected, grimly, while his inward thought was that the dry bones were Simeon's own; and then, ashamed of the disloyal though unspoken sneer, he went back to Deena and began talking volubly of his last letter from her husband. They had both had letters from Simeon, now safely arrived in the Straits of Magellan.
Deena worked hard to get the house ready for Polly, who was still in Boston with her mother-in-law, and seemed quite content to leave the arranging of her new quarters to her sister and husband, who preceded her by several weeks; indeed, she was becoming so accustomed to being waited upon that she considered herself in a fair way of being spoiled.
Deena gave the necessary orders and went upstairs to her own room. One blessing was hers a bedroom to herself. Simeon had given her his mother's room and retained his own, which was directly in the rear. She shut the communicating door, and was glad she had done so when she heard his step in the passage and knew he had come to make the brief toilet he thought necessary for tea.
Deena remembered the time not two years ago when it was quantity rather than quality that balked Polly's appetite, and nearly laughed in his face, but she loved her big brother-in-law for his forethought. The curtains were drawn and the lights turned up before the bustle of arrival drew Deena to the stairs. First old Mrs.
Stephen was as simple and straightforward in one relation as the other, but perhaps the truth was that Deena was afraid of his servants. The house was the most attractive in the town, and stood in the midst of well-kept grounds with smooth lawns and conservatories, and Deena felt oppressed by so much prosperity.
However, I found that the excessive heat of the sun, and the dust we raised in travelling, overcame their scruples, and made my soofroo a very useful part of our baggage. On our arrival at Deena, I went to pay my respects to one of Ali's sons.
Deena went for a moment into the open air while she steadied her nerves; she forced herself to think what she could add to the evening meal, and succeeded in burying her mortification in a dish of smoked beef and eggs. Old Mrs. Ponsonby had never given in to late dinners, and Simeon's digestion was regulated to the more economical plan of a light supper or tea at seven o'clock.
They informed me that the herd belonged to Ali, and that they were going to Deena, where the water was more plentiful, and where they intended to stay until the rain had filled the pools in the Desert. They showed me their empty water-skins, and told me that they had seen no water in the woods.
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