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Updated: September 24, 2025
I didn't like that. Neither did your Aunt Esther, but she's still teaching." "Didn't you like any of it?" pursued Diantha. "I liked arithmetic best. I always loved arithmetic, when I went to school used to stand highest in that." "And what part of housework do you like best?" the girl persisted. Mrs. Bell smiled again, wanly.
Diantha drew a deep breath and stood for a moment looking at the feeble little woman in the chair. Then she went to her, knelt down and hugged her close close. "It's not because I don't love you, Mother. It's because I do. And it's not because I don't love Ross either: it's because I do. I want to take care of you, Mother, and make life easier for you as long as you live.
"The keynote of all our difficulty in this relation is that we demand celibacy of our domestic servants," said Diantha.
The service club don't pay me anything, of course; that is for the girls' benefit; but the food delivery is doing better than I dared hope." Mrs. Bell knew the figures better than Diantha, even, and they went over them carefully again.
Diantha had faced her own difficulties bravely enough; and sympathized keenly with her mother, and with Ross; but she had not quite visualized the mortification of her relatives. She found tears in her eyes over her mother's letter. Her sister's made her both sorry and angry a most disagreeable feeling as when you step on the cat on the stairs. Ross's letter she held some time without opening.
"I hate to let you," said Diantha, "I want to do it all myself." "You are a painfully perfect person, Miss Bell," said her last employer, pleasantly, "but you have ceased to be my housekeeper and I hope you will continue to be my friend. As a friend I claim the privilege of being disagreeable. If you have a fault it is conceit. Immovable Colossal Conceit! And Obstinacy!"
He rose to his feet with a muffled exclamation, and walked the length of the piazza and back. "Do you realize that you are saying no to me, Diantha?" "You are mistaken, dear. I have said that I will marry you whenever you choose. But it is you who are saying, 'I will not marry a woman with a business." "This is foolishness!" he said sharply.
My own cousin, Diantha Trimble, lived in a city nigh Lorinda's and I had promised to visit her if I wuz ever nigh her, and help bear her burdens for a spell, of which burden more anon and bom-by.
Warden drew herself up a little. "Cannot explain to me? Your mother, of course, knows?" "Diantha is naturally more frank with me than with anyone," said Mrs. Bell proudly, "But she does not wish her business plans made public at present!" Her daughter looked at her with vivid gratitude, but the words "made public" were a little unfortunate perhaps. "Of course," Mrs.
"She has," Diantha admitted. "She's ten times as good as I am at that; but she's no more willing to carry obligation than I am, Mrs. Weatherstone." "Obligation is one thing investment is another," said her guest. "I live on my money that is, on other people's work. I am a base capitalist, and you seem to me good material to invest in. So take it or leave it I've brought you an offer."
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