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Updated: June 11, 2025
She had seen me, roused herself, and said quietly, as though continuing conversation interrupted the moment before: "I had been thinking that there was enough left of the roast to make hash-balls for dinner" "hash-balls" is Ev'leen Ann's decent Anglo-Saxon name for croquette "and maybe you'd like a rhubarb pie."
I'd forgotten to plan to-morrow's dinner." "Oh, everlastingly Ev'leen Ann!" mocked Horace from his corner. "Can't you think of anything but Ev'leen Ann and her affairs?" I felt my way through the darkness of the house, toward the kitchen, both doors of which were tightly closed.
As I looked at Ev'leen Ann it seemed rather a hateful characteristic, and I remarked, "It seems to me it's asking a good deal of 'Niram to spoil his life in order that his stepmother can go on pretending she's independent."
Over her shoulder she remarked, "Well, yes, ma'am; that would be as good a way to put it as any, I guess." 'Niram and Ev'leen Ann were standing up to be married. They looked very stiff and self-conscious, and Ev'leen Ann was very pale. 'Niram's big hands, bent in the crook of a man who handles tools, hung down by his new black trousers.
It's too If 'Niram thinks we can't" she flamed so that I knew she was burning from head to foot "it's better for us not " She ended in a muffled voice, hiding her face in the crook of her arm. Ah, yes; now I knew why Ev'leen Ann had shut out the passionate breath of the spring night!
I knew well enough she had been thinking of no such thing, but I could as easily have slapped a reigning sovereign on the back as broken in on the regal reserve of Ev'leen Ann in her clean gingham. "Well, yes, Ev'leen Ann," I answered in her own tone of reasonable consideration of the matter; "that would be nice, and your pie-crust is so flaky that even Mr. Horace will have to be pleased." "Mr.
They can't get married because 'Niram can't keep even, let alone get ahead any, because I cost so much bein' sick, and the doctor says I may live for years this way, same's Aunt Hettie did. An' 'Niram is thirty-one, an' Ev'leen Ann is twenty-eight, an' they've had 'bout's much waitin' as is good for folks that set such store by each other. I've thought of every way out of it and there ain't any.
Calling loudly for Paul to join me, I ran down the two flights of stairs, out of the open door and along the hedged path which leads down to the little river. The starlight was clear. I could see everything as plainly as though in early dawn. I saw the river, and saw Ev'leen Ann!
When I stepped into the hot, close room, smelling of food and fire, I saw Ev'leen Ann sitting on the straight kitchen chair, the yellow light of the bracket-lamp beating down on her heavy braids and bringing out the exquisitely subtle modeling of her smooth young face. Her hands were folded in her lap.
'Niram and Ev'leen Ann were married, and the rest of us were bustling about to serve the hot biscuit and coffee and chicken salad, and to dish up the ice-cream. Afterward there were no citified refinements of cramming rice down the necks of the departing pair or tying placards to the carriage in which they went away.
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