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Bertram." "Ah, Mrs. Meadowsweet, you must be only assuming this sympathetic tone. For, if all reports are true, you and Miss Beatrice are wealthy." Mrs. Meadowsweet's eyes beamed lovingly on her hostess. "We have enough and to spare," she responded. "Thank the good God we have enough and to spare. Meadowsweet saw to that, poor man." "Your husband was in business?" gently in quired Mrs. Bertram.
"Truly he was not? Go on thinking about him. He made money. How did he spend it?" "My dear child, your father was a very good man. His charities were extraordinary and extensive. He gave away, hoping for nothing in return; he was too liberal, I often told him so." "You were his clergyman and you told him so." A flash of indignation came out of Beatrice Meadowsweet's eyes. "I don't think, Mr.
They had fallen upon her tooth and nail, and dissected her morally, and socially, and with the closest scrutiny of all, from a religious point of view. Mrs. Before the ladies left Mrs. Meadowsweet's house they had proved, in the ablest and most thorough manner, that Mrs.
She saw that it was served strong and hot; she was particular to have it made with what she called the "first boil" of the water. Water that had boiled for five minutes made, in Mrs. Meadowsweet's opinion, contemptible tea. Then she liked it well sweetened, and flavored with very rich cream. Such a cup of tea, as she expressed it, set her up for the day. The felt carpet had given Mrs.
Meadowsweet's fat hand, squeezed it hard, and looked with awful solemnity into her eyes. "Good gracious," said the poor woman. "I never felt more exasperated in all my life. Any one would suppose that my girl was drowned in the harbor from the faces you one and all bring me." "Mrs. Meadowsweet," said Mrs. Butler, "there is such a thing as having the body safe and well, and the character drowned."
Meadowsweet, I hate being a lion." "But you can't help it, my good young sir. You, who represent our Gracious Sovereign Lady's Army. Now, where's that girl of mine? Beatrice! Trixie! Bee!" Captain Bertram was amazed at the shrill and far-sounding quality of Mrs. Meadowsweet's voice.
Bell, who like a watchful hen-mother was apparently seeing nothing, and yet all the time was tenderly brooding over the little chick whom she hoped was soon about to take flight from the parent nest, saw at a glance that her chick looked nothing at all beside that superior chicken of Mrs. Meadowsweet's.
Meadowsweet's piano, played with vigor by the good lady herself, Captain Bertram, with a beseeching and deprecatory glance at Beatrice, who took care not to see it, led out Miss Matty Bell as his partner. How much that young lady giggled!
There wasn't a remonstrance out of him after that, and the only other remark he made was, 'You'll call round presently, Jessie, and inquire after Mrs. Meadowsweet's cold. So here I am, my dear. And how is your cold, by the way?" "It's getting on nicely, Jessie. Wasn't that a ring I heard at the door bell?" "Well, I never!" Mrs. Morris suddenly found her voice. "If it isn't that tiresome Mrs.
Then, of course, Meadowsweet was quite a gentleman." "My dear friend! A draper a gentleman?" "I grant the anomaly is not common," said the Rector. "But in Meadowsweet's case I make a correct statement. He was a perfect gentleman after the type of some of those who are mentioned in the Sacred Writings. He was honest, courteous, self-forgetful.
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