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Updated: September 24, 2025
Persis, politely forbearing to call attention to the fact that enough of Mrs. West remained for all practical purposes, regarded her friend with kindly concern. "My, is Annabel Sinclair pestering that boy yet? I thought " "Persis, it's not Annabel now. It's the young one Diantha." "Oh!" Persis resumed her sewing, with heightened color. "Yes.
Thorvald and her husband were installed by themselves in another new venture; a small laundry outside the town. This place employed several girls steadily, and the motor wagon found a new use between meals, in collecting and delivering laundry parcels. "It simplifies it a lot to get the washing out of the place and the girls off my mind," said Diantha.
The Pornes were sympathetic and anxious. "That place'll cost her all of $10,000 a year, with those twenty-five to feed, and they only pay $4.50 a week I know that!" said Mr. Porne. "It does look impossible," his wife agreed, "but such is my faith in Diantha Bell I'd back her against Rockefeller!" Mrs. Weatherstone was not alarmed at all.
Though the children came down with measles one after another, and Joel had an attack of rheumatism which kept him a prisoner in his bed for seven weeks, it seemed to Persis that Diantha was never really out of her mind. She was surprised on the other hand to find how little Justin Ware was in her thoughts.
Diantha, violently, to Grandmother Stark, who tried to restrain her. Mrs. Diantha dressed herself and marched down the street, dragging Lily after her. The little girl had to trot to keep up with the tall woman's strides, and all the way she wept. It was to Lily's mother's everlasting discredit, in Mrs.
Maybe she was jealous! So Ilda was rather unconvinced, though apparently submissive, and Diantha kept a careful eye upon her. She saw to it that Ilda's room had a bolt as well as key in the door, and kept the room next to it empty; frequently using it herself, unknown to anyone. "I hate to turn the child off," she said to herself, conscientiously revolving the matter.
"Ye can do 'most anythin' with these 'ere things if ye only know how, Dianthy. Didn't we come slick?" "Yes, indeed," stammered Diantha, hastily smoothing out the frown on her face and summoning a smile to her lips not for her best black silk gown would she have had Phineas know that she was wishing herself safe at home and the automobile back where it came from.
For all you're as tall as Jack's bean-stalk, Diantha Sinclair, you're not grown up yet." Persis freed herself, smiling ruefully as she arranged her disordered hair. The delicious girlishness of the outburst in which she had involuntarily participated had the effect of challenging her own obstinate sense of being on the threshold of things, and making her wonder if perhaps she were not growing old.
He was invited to deliver a lecture before some most learned societies abroad, and in several important centers at home, and went, rejoicing. Diantha was glad for him from the bottom of her heart, and proud of him through and through. She thoroughly appreciated his sturdy opposition to such a weight of authority; his long patience, his careful, steady work.
She was growing fond of Diantha, a not unnatural result of the adoring attention Diantha had lavished upon her for a week past. But because Persis was a woman with a living to make, and Diantha was a girl with a dream to be dreamed, scarcely a word was spoken till the last stitch was taken. "There!"
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