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Updated: June 29, 2025
About nightfall the west wind rose and blew it back, revealing a land mantled with condensed drops. Emeline put on her hat and shawl to walk around in the twilight. The other young creatures of the house were glad to be out also, and Roxy and Roxy's lover talked across the fence.
That seemed to prove that Emeline and her husband were not reconciled and living together, at least. Possibly their being neighbors was merely a coincidence. If so, he might not have come too late. When he next addressed his companion it was in a different tone and without the "Mister."
At last the letter came from Aunt Emeline. Bert and Nan were home when their mother read it to their father. A look of surprise came over Mrs. Bobbsey's face as she read. "Dear me," she exclaimed, "this is quite surprising!" "What is it?" asked her husband. "Aunt Emeline can't come to stay with the children while we go West," was the answer.
And then she says: 'Seth, why did you lie to me?" "'I didn't lie, I shouts. 'I forgot, I tell you. I never thought that windmill of a Christy woman was enough importance to remember. I didn't lie to you I never did. Oh, Emeline, you know I didn't. What's the matter with you and me, anyway? We used to be all right and now we're all wrong.
The Gentile resented as an insult what the Mormon simply foreboded as distasteful to herself; though there was not a family of that faith on the island who would not have felt honored in giving a daughter to the Prophet. "I hate him!" exclaimed Emeline, her virgin rage mingled with a kind of sweet and sickening pain. "I'll never go to his church again."
Such a start as this always led to a bitter quarrel, after which Emeline, trembling with anger, would clear a corner of the cluttered drawing-room table and take out a shabby pack of cards for solitaire, and George would put Julia to bed.
"Set down," he begged. "Scooch down out of sight, Emeline, for the land sakes. Don't stand up there where everybody can see you." The lady refused to "scooch." "If I ain't ashamed of bein' seen," she observed, "I don't know why you should be. What are you doin' over here anyhow; skippin' 'round in the sand like a hoptoad?" The lightkeeper repeated his plea.
"But we'll have to do as father and mother want us to, I guess." "Oh, I s'pose so!" agreed Bert. "Well, maybe I won't run away if you aren't coming with me. But I'd like to!" he said. Flossie and Freddie heard something of the plans. They did not remember Aunt Emeline very well, though Bert and Nan easily recalled the queer old lady, who really was very particular when it came to children.
"Well, Maude Pennell is getting in, all right!" "What'd Mrs. Joe Coutts wear?" Emeline asked. Among the unknown members of the city's smartest set she had her favourites. "'Mrs. Joseph Foulke Coutts," Julia read obligingly. "Red velvet robe trimmed with fox." "For heaven's sake, Julie with that red face!" "And Miss Victoria Coutts in pink silk she's had that dress for a year now," Julia said.
It's a comfort to be able to say somethin' besides 'Don't, Emeline! and 'Be sure you pick up all the pieces!" Mrs. Prince's good spirits were of short duration. Her conversation soon shifted to the loss of her son and she wept, using the corner of the quilt to wipe away her tears.
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