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Then they halted, and Myrtella bent over him wildly. "Chick!" she cried, her face suddenly contorted, "look at me just once more! Tell me you fergive me, Chicky! Oh, if they kill you !" The stretcher was shoved hastily into the elevator and the door closed on everybody but Chick and the nurse and the orderly. It was about that time that Chick decided to lie down. Where were they taking him?
"She ain't no fool," returned Myrtella instantly on the defensive. "Of course not, just young and careless. I dare say she doesn't even order the groceries, does she?" "No, mam." "Nor plan for the meals?" "No, mam." "And you attend to everything just as if she weren't there? It's really too funny, isn't it, Margery? Tell Mrs.
"Well, I give notice," announced Myrtella with all the dignity of offended majesty, and shoving Chick before her, she slammed the door upon the astonished Doctor and stalked haughtily down the stairs. "A bride who doesn't see her duty, should be made to see it," declared Mrs. Sequin to Mrs. Ivy in her most impressive manner." Something is naturally expected of the wife of John Jay Queerington.
You got to order all the meals and tell me what you want done every mornin'. I ain't goin' to have people throwin' it in my face that I work for a lady that don't know a skillet from a saucepan!" "You're right, Myrtella," said Miss Lady, her face grown suddenly grave. "I don't wonder you are ashamed of me. Perhaps some good hard work will brush the cobwebs out of my brain.
Here's another patient!" For Myrtella, glaring at him through her steel-rimmed spectacles, had dropped like a log straight across the corridor and lay unconscious with her fly-away hat crushed under one ear. "Loosen her collar," directed Dr. Wyeth, "and bring me some ice water. There! She'll come around in a minute." He knelt beside her with his hand on her pulse, looking at her curiously.
"'Bout printin' all them books he wrote over again, an' bringin' 'em out in the same kind of covers?" "Yes." "How many was there, in all?" "Twenty." Myrtella compressed her lips, and with difficulty refrained from comment. However freely the Doctor's will had been discussed in public, no criticism of it was brooked in the presence of Miss Lady.
"Of course, if you just won't get so excited and hit the balls before they bounce. Gerald Ivy says your overhand play is great. He's mad about you, anyhow. I'd give both my little fingers to have him look at me as he did at you to-day." "Silly!" laughed Miss Lady. "There goes the button off my slipper. Do you suppose any one will notice if I pin the strap?" "Nobody but Myrtella.
Myrtella stood in rigid disapproval on the top step and surveyed her next of kin with such chilling contempt that he decided to change his tactics. "Honest, now, Sis, I never come to beg for nothin'. What I really come for was to tell you 'bout our good luck." This move was so adroit that it caught Myrtella unawares, and elicited a faint show of curiosity.
Chick was ashamed and had the grace to show it. His contrition would probably not have developed except through exposure, but standing before Myrtella's accusing glance, and the surprised, hurt look in Bertie's eyes, his hardened conscience was pricked, and his lip began to tremble. With a fierce gesture of protection Myrtella pulled him to her: "Don't, Chick! Don't cry!
She's simply running wild, making no social connections whatever. What they really need, Cousin John, is a mother." "I must try to look after them more," the Doctor said, somewhat helplessly. "Have you seen them recently?" "I came by there this morning. They were all well, I suppose; Connie was at the Ivy's as usual, and Hattie at school. What a savage creature your new cook, Myrtella, is.
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