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And she stood two years of Grandma and this house!" "Barribel, you forget yourself." "If I do, it's because I'm thinking about my mother. Twenty twenty-one; that's what she was when she went away!" "She must have been. Of course, it is not my place to " "No, dear Heppie, I know it isn't, so don't, please.
"Perhaps my mother's people wouldn't let her say such things when she was a young girl, and then she began to be an actress, and was so busy she never had time to learn much about children and duty and that sort of thing. But I won't be unmaidenly any more, dear Heppie at least, if I can help it if you'll only do me one great favour." "What is it?" Miss Hepburn inquired cautiously.
Please, Heppie, dear Heppie, tell me what you know about my mother. You weren't here when she was, but you're a kind of cousin of Grandma's, and you must have heard all about her."
James herself wasn't a cousin, and wasn't even of the north, so Grandma never thought of her, as she has no opinion of southern people. Mrs. He lodged with the Devonshire girl's mother when he was a medical student in London, Heppie told me once; and even Heppie puts on superior airs with Mrs. James, whom she considers a feckless creature.
Somerled in the row, and wondering what was going to become of us both. "It's like Adam and Eve being turned out of Paradise, by the Angel with the Flaming Sword," I said, to make things better; and perhaps it did, for they both laughed this time, but it was very queer laughter. If Heppie had heard me laugh like that, she would have accused me of hysterics. But it was good for Mr.
Somerled's smooth black head again, and he glared at me in a kind of amused desperation. "You must know some one who would act as your chaperon for a few days, at a good salary sent home by train when we'd done with her. That ex-governess or nurse of yours, you told me about." "Oh, Heppie wouldn't be found dead leaving Grandma," said I. "Not that she loves her.
"It is a mother's duty to love her child, in spite of its appearance; and if it has a bad temper, all the more should she endeavour by prayer and example to eradicate its faults in bringing it up. At least, so I have always been taught. Personally, of course," Heppie hastened to add, "I know nothing of motherhood and its duties." "Then you never played dolls," said Barrie gravely.
"Good-bye, if you must go," said Barrie, following the small, stiff figure to the door. "I I wish you'd kiss me, Heppie." Janet actually started, and a blush produced itself in a way peculiar to her face, appearing mostly upon the nose, where it lingered rosily at the end. Kisses were not exchanged under Mrs. MacDonald's roof.
Grandma and Heppie think it wicked and frivolous of her not to "bow to God's will," but I think she is a marvel, and I love every little funny way and trick she has. I don't know Mrs.
Perhaps that would not have been etiquette. I don't know anything about such things. The etiquette book Heppie lent me to read once was too uninteresting, worse than Hannah More. Mr. Norman's face went on falling. His sister would not have been complimented if she had seen it. "In fact," Mr. Somerled added, "I'm afraid this is good-bye. Mrs.
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