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Instead of graceful acknowledgment, and a neatly worded speech in reply, Mrs. Dlimm burst into tears, and springing up threw her arms around Lottie's neck and kissed her, while the greenbacks were scattered round their feet like an emerald shower. Indeed the grateful little woman, in her impulse, had stepped forward and upon the money.
"Do you know," said Lottie, lowering her tone, and giving her chair a little confidential hitch toward the simple-hearted lady with whom formality and circumlocution were impossible, "that I am beginning to think about these things a great deal?" "I don't wonder, my dear," said Mrs. Dlimm, with a little sigh of satisfaction.
Whether she knows it or not, her blushes must tell the same story as mine." But though Mrs. Dlimm was so unconventional, she had tact, and turned the conversation to the subject of the donation party. "See here," she exclaimed exultantly, tugging a bulky commentary; "this is one of the results of your coming the other evening. Mr.
Dlimm was rich, and that you could have for him and the children and yourself all that heart could wish?" "I used to feel so occasionally, but I have got past that now. God loves my husband and children better than I do, and He will provide what is best for us all. I simply try to rest in His arms as this child does in mine." "How strange it all is!" said Lottie, thoughtfully. "Why strange?
"O dear!" exclaimed Lottie, still laughing, blushing, and affecting comic alarm; "being joined together by a minister's wife is almost as bad as by the minister himself." "Almost as good, you mean. You would have my congratulation rather than sympathy if you secured such a prince among men." "How little you know about him, Mrs. Dlimm!
The worst of it is that it makes it oncomfortable for a church to give a small salary." "I wish our church was more uncomfortable then. It's a shame we give Mr. Dlimm only six hundred. But come, if we don't git another table set they'll eat us up." "I'd like to see 'em," said Mrs. Rhamm, with a disdainful sniff. "Well, you be a bit old and tough," chuckled Mrs. Gubling.
But are you the minister's wife? I am glad to make your acquaintance"; and she held out her hand, which Mrs. Dlimm seemed glad to take. At this moment there came the cry of an infant from one of the upper rooms. "O, there goes my baby," said Mrs. Dlimm; "I thought I heard it before"; and she was about to hasten on. "May I not go with you and see the baby?" asked Lottie.
Dlimm, red and breathless from his exertions, also entered, and with a faint smile and with the best courtesy he could master under the trying circumstances, added: "I am sorry any of our friends should have been kept waiting for supper. If they will now be so kind as to step down, we will do the best we can for them." The good man was as puzzled by a louder explosion of mirth as Mrs.
Even perverted human nature is capable of sweet and noble harmonies, if rightly played upon. While the money was being counted, Lottie led Mrs. Dlimm into the hall, and introduced her to Hemstead, saying, "This is the magician whose wand has transformed us all." "You are the wand then," he said, laughing. "What is the wand without the magician?" she asked, shyly watching the effect of her speech.
Dlimm in the afternoon, if possible, and would now go willingly, if asked. At the first welcome sound of the dinner-bell she sped downstairs, and glanced into the parlor, hoping that he might be there, and that in some way she might still bring about the ride.
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