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"They never will come right; but never mind, I must have them. That is Lady Ethelinda's dear good cousin, Maximilian; he is a lawyer don't you see the parchment sticking out of his pocket?" "Just like Armyn." "And she is giving him a box with a beautiful new microscope in it; don't you see the top of it? And there is a whole pile of books.
Independent and capable herself, she was prepared to be almost motherly in her care for Ethelinda's comfort. With this preconceived notion it was somewhat of a shock when she went back to her room and found the real Ethelinda being ushered into it. She was not blue-eyed and appealing.
He suddenly shaded his brow with his broad palm to eye that significant line which marked the road among the pines on the eastern slope, beyond the Indian corn that stood tall and rank of growth in the rich bottom-lands. Ethelinda's heart sank.
Maybe all our other experiences have been just as different," she went on, her judicial mind trying to look at life from Ethelinda's view-point, in order to judge her fairly. "I wonder what sort of a girl I would have been, if instead of always having the Wolf at the door, we'd have had bronze lions guarding the portals, and all the money that heart could wish." "Money!" sniffed Cornie.
Warwick Hall had widened Ethelinda's horizon, until she was able to take an interest in many things now outside of her own narrow self-centred circle. As they started to undress she managed to ask, "Well, have you sent for that watch-fob yet?" Mary shook her head, trying hard to swallow a sob, as she bent over an open bureau drawer. "I've decided not to order it."
"It isn't that that makes the difference in Ethelinda. Look at Alta Westman, a million in her own right. There isn't a sweeter, jollier, friendlier girl in the school." "Any way," continued Mary, "I'd like to be able to put myself in Ethelinda's place for about an hour, and see how things look to her especially how I look to her. I'm glad I thought about that.
They turned her loose, but she never got another husband I never knowed a man-person but what was skittish 'bout any unhealthy meddlin' with his vittles." She paused to count the stitches on her needles, the big shadow of her cap-ruffles bobbing on the daubed and chinked log walls in antic mimicry, while down Ethelinda's pink cheeks the slow tears coursed at the prospect of such immurement.
"Who told you it means that?" was Ethelinda's astonished demand. "I don't believe it." "You've only to consult Webster," was the dignified reply. "I looked your name up in the dictionary the day I first heard it. Ethel means noble, but Ethelinda means noble snake. I suppose nobody ever calls you just Inda," she added meaningly.
It was a tactful effort also, making her daily put herself in Ethelinda's place and consider everything from her view-point before speaking. Many a time it helped her curb her active little tongue, and many a time it helped her to condone the one fault which particularly irritated her. "Of course it is hard for her to keep her half of the room in order," she would say to herself.
And even if they could have been purchased for us, would we, the primitive children of those dear, dark ages, have ever thought of wrenching off the cracked blonde head of Ethelinda and buying a new, strange, nameless brunette head, gluing it calmly on Ethelinda's body, as a small acquaintance of mine did last week, apparently without a single pang? Never!
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