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Allen's there. He'll take care of you." "I want to give Mother Carey those dear white flowers," still entreated Babie. "I'll give them, my dear. They want you down there- Ellie and Esther." "I don't want to play with Ellie and Essie," sturdily declared Barbara. "They say it is telling falsehoods when one wants to play at anything." "They don't understand pretending," said Armine.
At Daniel Culser's age, he told himself, he, Jasper Penny, could have walked the other blind; and now Essie Scofield was calling him old; she had noticed the grey in his hair. He rose to go, and she came close to him, a clinging, soft thing of flesh faintly reeking with brandy. "I have a great deal to pay, where money goes I don't know, even a little would be a help."
Essie Tisdale pulled aside the coarse lace curtains starched to asbesteroid stiffness which draped the front windows of the upstairs parlor in the Terriberry House, and looked with growing interest at an excited and rapidly growing group on the wide sidewalk in front of the post-office.
But the long, crowded dining-room held two central figures, one of which was Andy P. Symes, and the other was Essie Tisdale, the little waitress of the Terriberry House and the belle of Crowheart. Symes moved among his guests with the air of a man who found amusement in mingling with those he deemed his inferiors even while patently bidding for their admiration and regard.
She stepped back a bit into the dimly lighted corridor and the girl all but shrank from the malice glowing in her eyes. Essie did not immediately respond, so she asked in mock humility "Can't I come in, Mrs. Dubois?" She saw the girl wince at the name by which no one as yet had called her. "Why this timidity, this unexpected politeness, when it's not usual for you even to knock?"
Jasper Penny idly tore open a bon bon wrapped in a verse on fringed paper, "Viens! Viens! ange du ciel, je t'aime! je t'aime! Et te le dire ici, c'est le bonheur supreme." Love and the great hour of life! He had missed both; one, perhaps, with the other. His marriage to Phebe, except for a brief flare at the beginning, had been as empty as the affair with Essie Scofield.
And altogether, the dear old lady was not so hopeful as she felt she ought to be, knowing as she so well did, that our days and our ways are all ordered by a higher wisdom than our own. Miss Essie was not downhearted; on the contrary, her sweetness and resignation in the presence of her aunt's sorrow and anxiety were beautiful to see.
He knew that Miss Essie was very fond of writing little notes to her friends and also to the friends of her friends, and when he came to think about it, the only wonder was that she had not written to Miss Holt before. For, of course, he had spoken to her of Miss Elizabeth, as he had spoken of others who were his special friends among his parishioners.
"Poor little thing," said Babie, "she is sadly fretful. Nobody but Essie can manage her." "I should think not!" said Cecil, looking after the vision, as if he did not know what he was saying. "You never told me you had any one like that in the family?" "O yes; there are two of them, as much alike as two peas." "What! the Monk's sisters?" "To be sure.
Daniel Culser finally cursed below his breath, avoiding Jasper's cold inquiring gaze. "I'm glad I said it," Essie proceeded; "now he knows how things are." She went up again to the younger, and laid a clinging arm about his shoulders. "I'm mad about you, Daniel, you know it; there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, give you if I could. Isn't he beautiful?" she fatulously demanded of Jasper Penny.
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