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When she was a little child flittin' about like a wild creature, and she'd come in drenched to the skin, it was all I could do to catch her and change her clothes. She'd laugh at me. 'We're meant to be wet once in a while, Phrasie, she'd say; 'that's what the rain's for, to wet us.
When she was a little child flittin' about like a wild creature, and she'd come in drenched to the skin, it was all I could do to catch her and change her clothes. She'd laugh at me. 'We're meant to be wet once in a while, Phrasie, she'd say; 'that's what the rain's for, to wet us.
But Austen saw now, in a flash, the years of Euphrasia's self-denial, the years of memories, the years of regrets for that which might have been. "Phrasie," he said, laying a hand on hers, which rested on the arm of the chair, I was only joking, you know." "I know, I know," Euphrasia answered hastily, and turned and looked into his face searchingly.
"I shall be, Phrasie," he said; "you mustn't worry about that." For a while the only sound in the room was the ticking of the old clock with the quaint, coloured picture on its panel. And then, with a movement which, strangely, was an acute reminder of a way Victoria had, Euphrasia turned and searched his face once more. "You're not happy," she said.
"Why haven't you tried it, Phrasie?" he retorted. He was not prepared for what followed. Euphrasia did not answer at once, but presently her knitting dropped to her lap, and she sat staring at the old clock on the kitchen shelf. "He never asked me," she said, simply. Austen was silent.
You served 'em right when you made 'em pay that Meader man six thousand dollars, and I told Hilary so." She paused, and stared at Austen fixedly as a thought came into her head. "You ain't leavin' him because of this trouble, are you, Austen?" "Phrasie," he said, "I I don't want to quarrel with him now. I think it would be easy to quarrel with him."
MRS. H. Well, Cissy, something must be done to relieve your mother of some of her burthens. C. I see what you are driving at, Aunt Phrasie; but I cannot go back till I have finished these courses. There's my picture, there's the cookery school, the ambulance lectures, and our sketching tour in August. Ever so many engagements.
You served 'em right when you made 'em pay that Meader man six thousand dollars, and I told Hilary so." She paused, and stared at Austen fixedly as a thought came into her head. "You ain't leavin' him because of this trouble, are you, Austen?" "Phrasie," he said, "I I don't want to quarrel with him now. I think it would be easy to quarrel with him."
"My, but you're a man," exclaimed Euphrasia, backing away at last and staring at him with the only complete approval she had ever accorded to any human being save one. "What did you expect, Phrasie?" "Come, and I'll show you your room," she said, in a gutter she could not hide; "it's got all the same pictures in, your mother's pictures, and the chair you broke that time when Hilary locked you in.
"My, but you're a man," exclaimed Euphrasia, backing away at last and staring at him with the only complete approval she had ever accorded to any human being save one. "What did you expect, Phrasie?" "Come, and I'll show you your room," she said, in a gutter she could not hide; "it's got all the same pictures in, your mother's pictures, and the chair you broke that time when Hilary locked you in.
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