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The question was so sudden, sharp and unexpected that Silas jumped and almost knocked over a bottle of gin, and then stared in silent chagrin at his guest, his nervous lips moving without speech. "I don't see," Hepsey continued, "just why the men should have all the fun, and then when a woman takes to enjoyin' herself say that it isn't respectable. What's the difference, I'd like to know?
And though Hepsey snorted contempt for the advice of a mere male, she found the thought top-side of her mind as she started out next morning to pay Bascom a momentous call. After all, Jonathan had but echoed her own consistent philosophy of life. But with her usual shrewdness she decided to go armed with both kinds of ammunition. Mrs.
She sat in her room one afternoon, frankly miserable, when Hepsey stalked in, unannounced, and gave her a card. "Mr. Carl Winfield!" Ruth repeated aloud. "Some one to see me, Hepsey?" she asked, in astonishment. "Yes'm. He's a-waitin' on the piazzer." "Didn't you ask him to come in?" "No'm. Miss Hathaway, she don't want no strangers in her house."
Again there was some cheering, in the midst of which Jonathan Jackson jumped to his feet beside Hepsey; and facing the room, with his arm through hers, he shouted: "Hepsey Burke and me will make up the difference!" Another cheer went up, and Hepsey's face flamed scarlet amid the craning of necks and chaffing laughter half puzzled, half understanding.
Then a sudden scream from the floor below startled her. "Miss Thorne! Miss Thorne!" cried a shrill voice. "Come here! Quick!" White as a sheet, Ruth flew downstairs and met Hepsey in the hall. "What on earth is the matter!" she gasped. "Joe's come with your trunk," responded that volcanic young woman, amiably; "where'd you want it put?"
Sunday afternoon, the faithful Joe drove up to the gate, and Hepsey emerged from her small back room, like a butterfly from a chrysalis. She was radiant in a brilliant blue silk, which was festooned at irregular intervals with white silk lace.
And off they hurried, like three children bent on a new game. It was soon arranged, and Hepsey rose to the occasion with her usual vim. To her and Nickey the transportation of the tent was consigned, while Maxwell went off to purchase the necessary boarding for a floor, and Mrs. Betty returned to the rectory to pack up their belongings.
But Hepsey continued briskly: "Now, Jonathan, you get into the back seat with Nickey, and Mr. Maxwell, you sit with me on the front seat so that I can talk to you. Jonathan means well, but his talk's limited to crops and symptoms, even if he is an old friend, my next door neighbor, and the Junior Warden."
Burke was asked to scan the lists, lest anyone be omitted. China sufficient for the occasion was supplemented by Hepsey Burke and Jonathan Jackson, and Nickey laid his invaluable services under contribution to fetch and carry organizing a corps of helpers.
Hepsey proposed staying another year, but I was firm; and she went, begging Fanny to go with her and be as a daughter. She declined; but the proposition influenced her to be troublesome to me. She told me she was of age now, and that no person had a right to control her. At present she was useful where she was, and might remain. "Will you have wages?" I asked her. "That is Mr.
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