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At five o'clock Harold arrived and, coming up to her room, threatened in a suspiciously jovial tone to kiss her thirty-five times for her birthday. Evylyn resisted. "You've been drinking," she said shortly, and then added qualitatively, "a little. You know I loathe the smell of it." "Evie," he said after a pause, seating himself in a chair by the window, "I can tell you something now.
At seven-thirty, her cheeks glowing and her high-piled hair gleaming with a suspicion of brilliantine, Evylyn descended the stairs. Mrs. Ahearn, a little woman concealing a slight nervousness under red hair and an extreme Empire gown, greeted her volubly. Evelyn disliked her on the spot, but the husband she rather approved of.
"We're having a punch evening," he announced jovially Evylyn saw that he had already sampled his concoction "so there won't be any cocktails except the punch. It's m' wife's greatest achievement, Mrs. Ahearn; she'll give you the recipe if you want it; but owing to a slight" he caught his wife's eye and paused "to a slight indisposition; I'm responsible for this batch. Here's how!"
Ahearn and laughed. Clarence always used to tell me he had to have a wife he could come home to and say: "Well, we're going to Chicago to-morrow to live, so pack up." I got so I never expected to live ANYwhere." She laughed her little laugh again; Evylyn suspected that it was her society laugh. "Your husband is a very able man, I imagine." "Oh, yes," Mrs. Ahearn assured her eagerly.
For a while her dresses were made without pockets, but Julie had moped around the house so miserably at a loss all one month that Evylyn weakened and never tried the experiment again. The problem of Donald had been different from the start.
Get Stearne house or Ridgeway house. Wanna have it so people say: 'There's Ahearn house. Solid, you know, tha's effec' it gives." Evylyn flushed. This didn't sound right at all. Still Ahearn didn't seem to notice anything amiss, only nodded gravely. "Have you been looking " But her words trailed off unheard as Harold's voice boomed on. "Get house tha's start. Then you get know people.
She started hopefully for the dining-room, but turned suddenly at the sound of a gasp behind her. Evylyn had sat down heavily in a Morris chair, her brows drawn very close together eyes blanking furiously. "Are you sick?" For a minute there was no answer. Evylyn sat there very still and Martha could see the very quick rise and fall of her bosom. "Are you sick?" she repeated.
"Lemme 'lone," he said petulantly; "know what I'm doin'. 'Ats what they came for." Evylyn sat there in a panic, trying to make her mouth form words. She saw her sister's sardonic expression and Mrs. Ahearn's face turning a vivid red. Ahearn was looking down at his watch-chain, fingering it. "I heard who's been keepin' y' out, an' he's not a bit better'n you. I can fix whole damn thing up.
Evylyn flew to her sewing-basket, rummaged until she found a torn handkerchief, and hurried downstairs. In a moment Julie was crying in her arms as she searched for the cut, faint, disparaging evidences of which appeared on Julie's dress. "My THU-umb!" explained Julie. "Oh-h-h-h, t'urts." "It was the bowl here, the he one," said Hilda apologetically.
Lately she had been taking lessons in using it because Evylyn had feared she would cease to lift the arm altogether, but after the lessons, unless she made a move with it in listless obedience to her mother, the little hand would creep back to the pocket of her dress.
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