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"We might spend a little money in fitting up a few things freshly, if we are to save the waste and expense of a servant," said Mrs. Holabird. The idea grew and developed. "But when we have people to tea!" Rosamond said, suddenly demurring afresh.
"I am afraid I shall feel like company again now." "I am ashamed to tell you what I came for," said Madam Pennington. "It was to ask about a girl. Can I do anything with Winny Lafferty?" "I wish you could," said Mrs. Holabird, benevolently. "She needs doing with" said Barbara. "Your having her would be different from our doing so," said Mrs. Holabird.
And Barbara gave, in substance, the usual unperturbed answer, "Not a dud!" But Mrs. Holabird kept a garnet and white striped silk skirt on purpose to lend to Barbara. If she had given it, there would have been the end. And among us there would generally be a muslin waist, and perhaps an overskirt. Barbara said our "overskirts" were skirts that were over with, before the new fashion came.
I suppose it is always coming." "Then, Barbara " Then Mrs. Holabird walked away again. The next day that day, after our eleven o'clock breakfast Harry came back, and was at Westover all day long. Barbara got up into mother's room at evening, alone with her. She brought a cricket, and came and sat down beside her, and put her cheek upon her knee.
"You never told me anything but cats." "Well! I'm sure I am glad it is all settled," said Mrs. Roderick Holabird, after a pause; "and nobody has any hard thoughts to lay up." They would not stop to breakfast; they said they would come another time. But Aunt Roderick, just before she went away, turned round and kissed Ruth.
Holabird went into the pantry-closet and washed her hands, that never really came to need more than a finger-bowl could do for them, and Barbara carried after her the board and its etceteras, and the red cloth was drawn on again, and there was nothing, but a low, comfortable bubble in the chimney-corner to tell of house-wifery or dinner. "I wish it had lasted longer," said Miss Elizabeth.
"Mother," said Barbara, "I feel as if we had got rid of a menagerie!" "It is the girl that makes the kitchen," said Ruth. "And then the kitchen that has to have the girl," said Mrs. Holabird. Ruth got up and took away the dishes, and went round with the crumb-knife, and did not forget to fill the tumblers, nor to put on father's cheese. Our talk went on, and we forgot there was any "tending."
Holabird went home at last, he walked over with him. Just after they had gone Leslie Goldthwaite and Harry stopped, "for a minute only," they said; for the south-wind had brought up clouds, and there was rain threatening. That was how we all happened to be just as we were that night of the September gale; for it was the September gale of last year that was coming.
I'm the thorn in the flesh in this family, lest it should be exalted above measure; and like Saint Paul, I magnify mine office." "In the way we live," said Mrs. Holabird, "it is really more convenient to let a seamstress come right to table with us; and besides, you know what I think about it.
It was the one magnificence of their house, this high, spacious terrace; Rosamond was thankful every day that Grandfather Holabird had to build the wood-house under it. After this, Westover began to grow to be more of a centre than our home, cheery and full of girl-life as it was, had ever been able to become before.
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