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Updated: June 15, 2025
Georgina would have settled herself permanently near Cousin Mehitable, she being the most dramatic and voluble of them all, but she had a tantalizing way of lowering her voice at the most interesting part, and whispering the last sentence behind her hand. Georgina was nearly consumed with curiosity each time that happened, and fairly ached to know these whispered revelations.
Thorpe was not subtle, but he felt that this errand was of deeper import than usual. The rustle of her stiffly-starched garments was portentous, and there was a set look about her mouth which boded no good to anybody. "Will you sit down?" he asked, offering her his own chair. "No," snapped Miss Mehitable, "I won't.
"Araminta," said Miss Mehitable, "go and get your sewing and do your stent." "Yes, Aunt Hitty," answered the girl, obediently. Each year, Araminta made a new patchwork quilt. Seven were neatly folded and put away in an old trunk in the attic. The eighth was progressing well, but the young seamstress was becoming sated with quilts.
Once Freddie Firefly announced with great pride that at last he knew where Mrs. Ladybug was rearing her family. "Her house," he explained, "is in a hole in the ground, in the meadow." And that night he led Miss Mehitable Moth to the spot, lighting the way with his flickering gleams. She soon pointed out his mistake.
The effect of the apparition upon Geraldine with its associations was so extreme as to make her feel faint for a minute, and Ben saw her face change as she leaned against the counter. Miss Mehitable saw it too. "Aha!" she thought triumphantly. "Aha! It isn't so funny to break a body's heart, after all." "Well, Ben Barry," she said aloud, "why didn't you wait till we got settled?"
As I returned her kiss her glance dropped on a small bunch by her side, which Mehitable took and deftly unrolled, informing me as she did so that it was a "Rouser." Aunt Mercy came the next day. She had not paid us a visit in a long time, being confined at home with the care of her father, Grandfather Warren.
The girl's plain dark suit and simple hat, and above all her shrinking, cast-down demeanor made her appear careless, even unaware of these advantages, and Miss Mehitable noticed this at once. "Hasn't the child got a looking-glass?" she thought; and even as she thought it and took the menu she observed a tear gather on the dark lashes opposite.
Even her humble friend, Mehitable Upton, had revealed plainly an indignation at her attitude. When Ben left yesterday telling her that he might be gone several days, without explaining why or where, she felt the barrier between them even while he kissed her good-bye.
It was some seconds before Miss Preston could control her voice enough to reply, and, when she did, it proved the very last straw to complete Mrs. Stone's discomfiture, for her words were: "Mehitable Stone, had anyone told me that I was sheltering beneath my roof-tree such a consummate actress, I should have been the most surprised woman in Montcliff.
She must be put to bed." Miss Mehitable came to herself with a rush. "Not here," she said decidedly. "If you'll let me have the car, Mrs. Barry, we'll be out of your way in five minutes." Ben looked at his mother, who was still cool and unexcited; and the expression on his face was a new one for her to meet. "She isn't fit to be moved, Mother, and Miss Upton hasn't room. Miss Melody is exhausted.
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