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I want you to run right out as fast as you can and get on the next Interurban car from Endbury. Lydia's on it " she cast caution from her desperately "and I've just heard that there's somebody I don't want her to talk to you know carpenters run fly never mind what they say! Make them talk to you, too!" She turned back to her husband, transfigured with triumph.
She had now only a cook, a slatternly negress, with a gift for frying chicken and making beaten biscuit, and a total incapacity to conceive of any other activity as possible for her. Lydia had telephoned to the two employment agencies in Endbury and had been informed, by no means for the first time, that the supply of girls willing to work in the suburbs had entirely given out.
She looked solemnly into her godfather's eyes, and, as though she were taking a great and resolute oath, she said, "But it is not too late for Ariadne." As the spring advanced and Judge Emery's widow recovered a little strength, it became apparent that life in Endbury, with its heartbreaking associations, would be intolerable to her.
He worked early and late in the Endbury office, and made many trips into all parts of the field, to gather data conclusive of the value of his scheme.
It was all about a home for working-women she explained; a new charity which had come from the East, had caught on like anything among the Smart Set of Columbus, and was about to be introduced into Endbury. A Perfectly splendid crowd was sure to come, tickets could be Any Price, and the hostess who lent her house to it could have the glory of a most unique affair. Mrs.
It seemed a plague-spot in her life that in the center of her home, otherwise so carefully guarded, there should be this presence, come from she shuddered to think what evil haunts of that part of Endbury known as the "Black Hole."
She had yielded to Paul on the subject of the cook not only because of her timid distrust of her own inexperienced judgment but because of her intense reaction from the usual Endbury motto of "Husbands, hands off!"
You don't give enough thought to her real thought from one year's end to another to know whether you think she has an immortal soul or not! Later Lydia's husband insists that they give a dinner. It was to be a large dinner large, that is, for Endbury of twenty covers, and Lydia had never prepared a table for so many guests.
She neither blushed nor looked in the least abashed, but there was an unnecessary firmness in her voice as she answered, looking him steadily in the eye: "Exactly! That's just what I've been telling Lydia." She often said that she was the only woman in Endbury who wasn't afraid of that impertinent little doctor. After Madeleine had gone away, Lydia looked at her godfather with shining eyes.
"They never say anything about just ordinary folks in Endbury that I know." Rankin looked at her whimsically. "Oh, don't they?" "Do they?" Lydia wondered at the possibility. Presently she brought out, as a patently absurd supposition, "You don't mean to say that Endbury people are wicked?" "Do you think that none but wicked people are written about in serious books? No; Lord, no!
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