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Oh Jeanette, I know by mournful and bitter experience what it means to dwell beneath the shadow of a home cursed by intemperance. I know what it is to see that shadow deepen into the darkness of a drunkard's grave, and I dare not run the fearful risk."
"And look at the puddle," exclaimed Reginald, "I didn't spoil the puddle; it looks just same's it did before I jumped in it." Katie forgot that her question had not been answered, but Jeanette remembered it. "You asked what my cousin's name is," said Jeanette; "her name is Lola Blessington." "Is she a peacemaker?" asked Reginald, who still remembered the morning's verse.
"Jeanette," she said, "I don't know just how to say it, dear; but, I stole those I mean what is in that package I took it and Neal doesn't know I have it. It's for you," she cried, as she broke the string that tied it, and tore off the wrapping. The girl stared at her and asked: "Why, Aunt Molly what is it? I don't understand."
The mother walked toward her son, and leaned over and kissed him again and again as she sobbed: "Oh, John, I am so happy to-night so happy." In a moment he asked, "Well, Jeanette, what do you think of it?" "You know what I think, father you know very well, don't you?" He sighed and nodded his head. Then he reached for the package on the floor and began cutting the strings.
"I was just about gone, that's what I was. Let anybody so much as look at me twice and, pop! I'd want to cry about it." "And?" "For six weeks I didn't even have enough interest to ask after Truman, who was courting me then. Oh, it was no fun, I can tell you, that nervous breakdown of mine!" "What else?" "Isn't that enough?" "Did it was it was it ever hard to swallow, Jeanette?" "To swallow?"
"Yes," replied the son, and then added: "So bad I was going to get out of it, as soon as Jeanette came home. I couldn't stand it for a life, father. But I promised to stay three years, and try, and I think I should keep my promise." The father and son were silent for a time, and then the father spoke. "And you love her with all your life don't you, Nealie?"
There was plenty of the "grama" grass growing along the banks of the rivulet, and that with the water was all they cared for to make them contented and happy. Jeanette appeared to be glad that she was no longer among the dark woods, where she had so nearly been torn to pieces by panthers and javalies. Before evening came the boys had finished all the little jobs which had occupied them.
"Jeanette!" cried Nina, surprised that her sister should be so eager to tease Nancy, but Nancy did not seem annoyed. She looked straight into Jeanette's flashing eyes, as she said, quietly: "Perhaps Lola did see me dance; I was in New York." "Oh, I didn't say it was you who danced at the theatre. I said the little girl was like you, but I remember now her hair was yellow," Lola said.
But no, he will have that one, and she stands beside him and pins it on his coat stands close beside him, and where her elbows and her arms touch him he is thrilled with delight. In the shadow of the great porch they stand a moment, and her hand goes out to his. "Well, Jeanette," he says, and still her hand does not shrink away, "well, Jeanette it will be lonesome when you go."
He painted pictures, so that Anne saw battles as if a great brush had splashed them on an invisible canvas. There were just four at the table the two men, Anne, and her second cousin, Jeanette Ware, who lived the year round in the Connecticut house, and was sixty and slightly deaf, but who wore modern clothes and had a modern mind.
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