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None but royalty, duchesses, and the four-hundred can afford to risk losing their cup o' tea in them things." There was a general laugh at Hepsey's sally, and conversation again resumed its busy buzzing, and Virginia was obliged to realize that her entry had been something of a frost.
For the next few days Hepsey's mind worked in unfamiliar channels, for her nature was that of a benevolent autocrat, and she had found herself led by circumstances into a situation demanding the prowess and elasticity of the diplomat.
Betty got up and put her arms round Hepsey's neck and gave her such a hug, and a kiss on each cheek, that brought the tears to Mrs. Burke's eyes.
Here is Hepsey Bean." Miss Bean had come to inquire if anything had been heard of the minister, but the cousins were too much occupied in watching the two lads to answer her, and Hepsey's eyes followed theirs. "Are not they alike as two peas?" said she. "Not their fixings exactly, I don't mean "
He thought of her, idly, as a nice girl, who was rather pretty when she was interested in anything; but, with a woman's insight, influenced insensibly by Hepsey's comment, Ruth scented possibilities. She wanted him to like her, to stay in that miserable village as long as she did, and keep her mind from stagnation her thought went no further than that.
Burke continued, "you're a dreadful disappointment. Your picture isn't half as sweet as you are." Then turning to Maxwell, she said: "Why didn't you tell me? Who taught you to pick out just the right sort of wife, I'd like to know?" "She did!" Maxwell replied, pointing delightedly to the young woman, who was still smiling and blushing under Hepsey's inspection. "But Mrs. Burke," Mrs.
Betty and Virginia were busily occupied at Thunder Cliff and the rectory, dividing their attentions between the last touches to Hepsey's wardrobe, and preparing confections for the wedding guests, Donald Maxwell was closeted with Mr. Bascom at Willow Bluff for a considerable time.
She thought Winfield would see them pass his door and time his arrival accordingly, so she was startled when he came up behind her and said, cheerfully: "They look like a policeman's, don't they?" "What who?" "Hepsey's hands did you think I meant yours?" "How long have you been here?" "Nearly thirty years." "That wasn't what I meant," said Ruth, colouring. "How long have you been at Aunt Jane's?"
Jonathan sighed profoundly, knowing from past experience that Hepsey's word carried more weight than all the vestry. "I suppose I have, if you say so, Hepsey." "Yes sir, you've got to help me do it. No decent girl is goin' into that house as it is, with my consent. It's the worst old rat-trap I ever saw.
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