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Her husband ill, perhaps dying, Margar gone; it was all unreal and unconvincing. At four o'clock the doctor came back, and at five the nurse pleasantly took possession of the sick room. She was a sensible New England woman, who cooked potatoes in an amazing way for Teddy's supper, and taught Martie a new solitaire in the still watches of the night.
I think your mother what is her name "Eugenia," oh yes, I remember I think your mother must have heard of me even in her childhood. My unmarried name was Harper, "Myrtle Harper;" your grandmother and I first took to each other, I think, because we had such uncommon names. 'Harper! exclaimed Frances eagerly, 'there are some what is it, Jacinth? I mean Bessie and Margar'
It was a sufficiently familiar emergency, but Martie never grew used to it. She ran to the child's side, catching up the new bottle of medicine. A hideous paroxysm subsided as she took the baby in her arms, but Margar sank back so heavily exhausted that no coaxing persuaded her to open her eyes, or to do more than reject with fretful little lips the medicine spoon.
White shoes thin white gowns she must be businesslike bills and receipts and terms dignified, but not exorbitant when Ted was old enough for boarding-school say twelve but of course they could tell better about that later on! A little sound from the front bedroom brought her to her feet, fright clutching her heart. Margar was croupy again!
Martie's brain was still busily milling, as she wheeled the coach back through the checkered sun and shade of the elevated train. She would bump the coach down into the area, carefully loading her arms with small packages, catching Margar to her shoulder. Panting, the perspiration breaking out on her forehead, she would enter the dining room. "Take her, Isabeau! My arms are breaking!
At eight Martie tucked Teddy into bed, straightening the clothes over Margar before she went into the dining room for an hour of solitaire. "Mrs. Bannister's Boarding House"; she liked the sound. The men would tell each other that it was luck to get into Mrs. Bannister's.
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