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He wouldn't like me to go on like this. The philosophers but that old bishop can't make me think that Notya isn't dying. That's what she's doing, Jane dying. But no, dying is good and death is splendid. This is decay." She stood up and shuddered. "I mustn't stay here," she murmured sensibly.
"She's all right," John assured himself. Helen was smiling tenderly at the sound. "But I wonder why Notya is so hard on her," she sighed. Rupert knocked his pipe against the fender. "I should be very glad to know what our mother was like," he said.
"True, yes," said John, "but it does Miriam no harm. A little opposition " "No," said Helen, "no. We don't want to drive her to to being silly." "She is silly," John said. "No," Helen said again. "She ought not to live here, that's all." "She'll have to learn to. Anyhow" he put his hands into his pockets "we can't have Notya looking like that. It's it won't do."
Helen went on, and her thoughts alighted on such practical kindnesses as a perfect state of cleanliness in the house to which Notya would return, flowers in her bedroom for a welcome, and a great willingness to do what pleased her. "But we mustn't be too obvious," she murmured to herself. "And whatever you do, don't slobber." "Is it likely?" Helen asked superbly.
"We might have been happy," Miriam said. "John, what would you have done?" Helen persisted. "Said nothing, grown up as fast as I could, and come back." "So should I." Rupert chuckled. "You wouldn't, Helen. You'd have stayed with Notya and Miriam and me and looked after us all, and longed for this place and denied yourself." "And made us all uncomfortable." Miriam pointed at Helen's grey dress.
"Miriam will have heaps of them," she said and knocked at Phoebe's door. "I've come to borrow a candle," she said as she was told to enter, and added, "Oh, what waste! I hope Notya won't come in." "She can't unless I let her," Miriam answered grimly.
I should hate any of us to do it. Notya, you can't." "You forget," Mildred Caniper said in her coldest tones, "that I have not been accustomed to going there." "Well, do notice Lily's primroses," Helen said pleasantly. "They're like sunshine, and she's like " "No, please," John begged.
"When I have been sitting still for a long time," Helen said, as though she produced wisdom, "I'm afraid to move in case something springs on me. I get stiff-necked. I feel I feel that we're lost children with no one to take care of us." "I'm rather glad I'm not that tramp," Miriam owned, and shivered. "And I do wish Notya were safe at home." "I don't," said Miriam stubbornly.
Miriam darted a look meant to warn Helen that Notya was in no mood for controversy, and John frowned in readiness to take offence. "Why funny?" he growled. "I was just wondering if Notya would put on a hat and gloves to do it." She turned to Mildred Caniper. "Will you?" "I'm afraid I have not considered such a detail." "None of us," Helen went on blandly, "has ever put on a hat to go to the farm.
Little fool, little fool! Does she know what she's done?" "No one knows but you. You see, she fainted. I always thought she'd come between us, but what queer things God does!" His voice rose suddenly, saying, "Helen, it's unbearable. But you shall not stay here. I shall take you away." "There's Notya." "Yes." "Do you mean Is she going to die?" "I don't know. She may not live for long.
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