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People will know the difference!" "People will never see you," returned the calm voice of Mrs. De Peyster. "The Plutonia sails at one to-night. You will go on board with my trunks late this evening, heavily veiled. Since no one must see you on the way over, you must of course, keep to your cabin. You must be seasick." "But I am never seasick!" cried Olivetta.
And if you knew what I've gone through to get here, I know you'd forgive me." Mrs. De Peyster had lifted the veil up over the hat. "Olivetta! Then after all you're not dead!" "No if I only were!" sobbed Olivetta. "Then who is that that person who's coming here this morning?" "I don't know!" Then Olivetta's quavering voice grew hard with indignation.
We were whizzing around a corner coming into Yonkers this morning when the machine skidded. I did a loop-the-loop and lit on my hands. But the skin of my palms " "Oh!" shuddered Olivetta. "Were you much hurt?" asked Mrs. De Peyster, for a moment forgetting her reproving manner in her affectionate concern.
"If it wasn't for your social position," she said, half to herself, "it really wouldn't be so bad to spend the summer here." Mrs. De Peyster must have heard, for she turned slowly about and gazed at Olivetta gazed at her steadily. And gradually, as she gazed, her whole appearance changed. The consternation on her face was succeeded by calm resolution. Poise and dignity returned.
But her efforts had been futile, and to say that Mrs. De Peyster had not succeeded was to admit that poor Olivetta Harmon was indeed a failure.
So Mrs. De Peyster related her misfortune, interrupted by frequent interjections from her sympathetic cousin. "Do you realize what it means, Olivetta?" she concluded in a benumbed voice. "It means that, except for less than a thousand which I have on hand, a mere nothing, I am penniless until more dividends are due perhaps months! I cannot go to Europe! I cannot go to Newport!"
And Olivetta, with suddenly crimson face, snatched purse and card from Jack's hands. "I'll wait up in your bedroom, Caroline, and look at your new gowns." And with a rapidity that approached instantaneity she disappeared. "Jack," his mother demanded suspiciously, "what was that card?"
But Mary and I and our things will be out of the house within an hour. Good-bye." "Wait, Jack!" Mrs. De Peyster reached up a trembling hand and caught his sleeve. "Olivetta," said she, "perhaps you and your your fiancé could find another place for your confidences." "Oh!" exclaimed Olivetta, starting up with a flush. "Cousin Caroline, do you mean " Mrs. De Peyster lifted an interrupting hand.
De Peyster lowered herself into the chair. "Yes?" Jack's eyes had meditatively followed Olivetta. "Do you know, mother, that Olivetta would really be an awfully good sort if she only had the right chance?" "The right chance?" "Yes.
De Peyster, who, her affection now under control, stood regarding him with reproving and sternly questioning eyes. "Good-morning, mother, glad to get back," he said, imprinting an undaunted kiss upon her stately cheek. Her reply was a continuance of her reproving look. The young man turned to Mrs. De Peyster's faithful satellite. "Hello, Olivetta. Hands out of commission.
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