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You know you did." "No, I didn't." "Well, you didn't tell me to stay." "It never seemed to me that a husband if he was a man would need to be coaxed to stay by his wife." "But don't you care about me at all? You used to; I know it. And I always cared for you. What is it? Honest, Emeline, you never took any stock in that Sarah Ann Christy doin's, you know you didn't; now, did you?"
May had graduated from High School with honours; she had held a good position as a bookkeeper in a grocery before her marriage, but, like Emeline, for the real business of life she had had no preparation at all. Her own oldest child could have managed the family finances and catered to sensitive stomachs with as much system and intelligence as May.
"Aunt Emeline!" responded Nan, and she sighed. "I'll have to wipe my feet three times every time I come into the house once!" went on Bert, in a grumbly voice. "She'll always be looking at my hands to see if they're clean and and Oh, I don't want Aunt Emeline to come!" he exclaimed. "She never likes to have me run," said Nan, and her voice was gloomy.
You sha'n't say I let you get into trouble when I might have kept you out of it." "Say? Who would I say it to? Think I'm so proud of this night's cruise that I'll brag of it? WILL you go back?" "No." They descended the hill, Mrs. Bascom in advance. She could not see the path, but plunged angrily on through the dripping grass and bushes. "Emeline Emeline," whispered Seth.
She sat watching the elastic shape under the parasol move with its shadow across the field. She had not a doubt until Mary French was gone; then the deep skill of the Prophet's wife with rivals sprung out like a distortion of nature. Emeline had nearly three weeks in which to intrench herself with doubts and defences. She felt at first surprised and relieved.
Aunt Emeline will come." "Oh, Aunt Emeline!" gasped Nan. "Aunt Emeline!" cried Bert. "Why she she " Then he stopped short. He knew what he had been going to say was not polite. "Aunt Emeline will be very kind to you," went on Mrs. Bobbsey. "I will go in and write to her now, asking her to come." "And I must go in and telephone," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Emeline, you set down. You've hove out a whole lot of hints about my not bein' a man because I run away from your house. Do you think I'd have been more of a man if I'd stayed in it? Stayed there and been a yaller dog to be kicked out of one corner and into another by you and and that brother-in-law of yours. That's all I was a dog."
Why should she question the abiding belief? Emeline knew that, with her father's good pay and the excellent salaries earned by her hard-handed, patient-eyed, stupid young brothers, the family income ran well up toward three hundred dollars a month: her father worked steadily at five dollars a day, George was a roofer's assistant and earned eighty dollars a month, and Chester worked in a plumber's shop, and at eighteen was paid sixty-five dollars.
These were happy times; Emeline, flushed and pretty in her improvised apron, queened it over the three or four adoring males, and wondered why other women fussed so long over cooking, when men so obviously enjoyed a steak, baked potatoes, canned vegetables, and a pie from Swain's.
Cox, who had been widowed for some years, and was a genial, toothless, talkative old woman, much increased in her own esteem and her children's as the actual owner of the old house. "Mother, we want some air in here!" Julia said, going to a window. "Julia's a great girl for fresh air," said Emeline. "Sit down, Doctor, and don't mind Ma!" Mrs.
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