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Honora descended, and was almost at the flight of steps leading down to the office door when a familiar figure appeared coming out of it. It was that of Mr. Toots Cuthbert, arrayed in a faultless morning suit, his tie delicately suggestive of falling leaves; and there dangled over his arm the slenderest of walking sticks. "Mrs. Spence!" he lisped, with every appearance of joy. "Mr.
Honora, as she lay in the darkness, looking through the open square of her window at the silver stars, heard their voiced and their laughter floating up at intervals from below, and the little clock on her mantel had struck the hour of three when the scraping of chairs announced the breaking up of the party.
Honora suddenly found herself without an excuse. "I really ought to, Mrs. Holt. I've had such a good time-and I've been so interested. I never realized that such things occurred. And I've got one of the reports, which I intend to read over again." "But my dear," protested Mrs. Holt, "you must meet some of the members of the Society. Bessie!" Mrs.
It was true: Even Aunt Mary's enemies, and she had some, could not accuse her of the weakness of flattery. So Mrs. Hanbury smiled, and dropped the subject. We have the word of Mr. Cyrus Meeker that Honora did not have to learn to dance. The art came to her naturally. Of Mr.
And, since she was interested in settlement work, he hoped, if she were going through New York, that she would let him know. It would be a real pleasure to show her what he was doing. Best of all, Honora, by her unselfishness, endeared herself to her hostess. "I can't tell you what a real help you are to me, my dear," said that lady.
Money isn't everything. In times of real trouble it cannot save one." "But it can save one from humiliation!" exclaimed Honora, unexpectedly. Another sign of a peculiar precociousness, at fourteen, with which Aunt Mary was finding herself unable to cope. "I would rather be killed than humiliated by Mr. Meeker."
At breakfast such a cheerful spirit prevailed that Honora began almost to feel at home. Even Robert indulged occasionally in raillery. "Where in the world is Josh?" asked Mrs. Holt, after they were seated. "I forgot to tell you, mother," little Mrs. Joshua chirped up, "that he got up at an unearthly hour, and went over to Grafton to look at a cow." "A cow!" sighed Mrs: Holt.
"Six o'clock!" he exclaimed; but accepted with resignation and closed the carriage door. Enigmatical sex! Enigmatical sex indeed! Honora spent a feverish afternoon, rest and reflection being things she feared. Her old dressmakers, her old milliners, welcomed her as one risen, radiant, from the grave; risen, in their estimation, to a higher life.
But between her eyes and the book was the little woman's smile. A month before, at Newport, how little she would have valued it. One morning, as Honora was starting out for her lonely walk that usually led her to the bare clay banks of the great river she ran across her neighbour on the sidewalk. The little woman was settling the baby for his airing, and she gave Honora the same dazzling smile.
The nurse looked at Dallam reproachfully, as her duty demanded, and yet she smiled. The noise of laughter reached them from below. "I didn't have any to-night," the child pleaded. "I got home late," Dallam explained to Honora, and, looking at the nurse, pleaded in his turn; "just one." "Just a tiny one," said the child. "It's against all rules, Mr.
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