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Although no average cake would have held the candles to which Miss Mercy's birthdays entitled her, she was given to "middy" blouses and pink sweaters. "Merce has such a unique personality that I am sure you are going to enjoy her," beamed Miss Gaskett in presenting Wallie. Wallie murmured that he had no doubt of it, and boosted Miss Mercy into the surrey. With nothing further to detain them, Mr.
"And the smell of the sea-weed," added Aunt Merce. "And its thousand dreary cries," said mother. "Do you like my covered doors?" I inquired. "I vow," Temperance exclaimed, "the nails are put in crooked! And I stood over Dexter the whole time. He said it was damned nonsense, and that you must be awfully spoiled to want such a thing.
"Yes, yes, I will do it; you may depend on me. I will reign, and serve also." "Oh, Cassandra, can you give up yourself?" "I must, I suppose. Confound the spray; it is flying against the windows." "Come in; your hair is wet, and your shawl is wringing. Now for a cold." "I never shall have any more colds, Aunt Merce; never mean to have anything to myself entirely, you know."
'You get your pay, Dexter, says I, 'for what you do, don't you? 'I guess I do, says he, and then he winked. 'None of your gab, says I. I do believe that man is a cheat and a rascal, I vow I do. But they are all so." "In my young days," Aunt Merce remarked, "young girls were not allowed to have fires in their chambers."
I had let loose a Presence I had no power over the embodiment of its gloom, its sternness, and its silence. With feeling comes observation; after that, one reasons. I began to observe. Aunt Mercy was not the Aunt Merce I had known at home. She wore a mask before her father. There was constraint between them; each repressed the other.
"She goes to bed after dinner, you know, for an hour or two." "She must go from here." "Oh!" they both chorused, "what for?" "She is too old." "She has money, and a good house," said Aunt Merce, "if she must go. I wonder how Mary stood it so long." "Turn 'em off," said Fanny, "when they grow useless." Aunt Merce reddened, and looked hurt.
She went back to her own house as soon as it was over. Father drove to Milford as usual; Arthur resumed his school, and Aunt Merce, who had at first busied herself in looking over her wardrobe, and selecting from it what she thought could be dyed, folded it away.
She and Aunt Merce were pleased with each other, and when we were ready to come away, Alice begged her to visit her every year. I made no farewell visits my ill health was sufficient excuse; but my schoolmates came to bid me good-bye, and brought presents of needlebooks, and pincushions, which I returned by giving away yards of ribbon, silver fruit-knives, and Mrs.
Mother must be there, as was her wont, and Aunt Merce. All of them, perhaps, for I had seen nobody on my way. There was no talking within. The last sunset ray struck on my hand its yellow shade, through the fan-light, and faded before I opened the door. I was arrested on the threshold by a silence which rushed upon me, clutching me in a suffocating embrace.
I really do not well see how you can do otherwise, after the letter which you wrote to her, but of course you will decide for yourself. I trust, mademoiselle, you will favour me with a speedy answer, as Madame d'Albret is here every day, and is evidently very impatient, I am, my dear mademoiselle, yours, "Emile Paon. "Nee Merce." To this letter I sent the following reply by that day's post:
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