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In the evening, as soon as the children were gone to bed, Jane took a paper out of her work-basket, saying, 'There, Emily, is my account of Phyl's scrapes through this whole week; I told you I should write them all down. 'How kind! muttered Claude. Regardless of her brother, who had not looked up from his book, Jane began reading her list of poor Phyllis's misadventures.
"What do you see?" Janet looked. "Why, it seems to be a white mitten," she said. Phyllis faced her squarely, her breath was coming in short little gasps. For a second Janet did not understand, then the bond of understanding that so closely bound them, as twins, together made her see what was going on in Phyllis's mind. "Don?" she asked quietly.
Phyllis's home was a roomy wooden house, spreading wide, as every thing does in Texas, with doors and windows standing open, and deep piazzas on every side. Behind it was a grove of the kingly magnolia, in front the vast shadows of the grand pecans.
Wherefore, for the sake of the mental as well as the physical eye, see that Phyllis's window cleaning is a success. After the bedrooms are in order the halls and passages on the same floor, and the bathroom, are swept and cleaned. On Friday Mrs.
There were also slippers and shoes and stockings and this was really too bad of Mrs. De Guenther a half-dozen set of lingerie, straight through. Mrs. De Guenther sat and continued to beam joyously over the array, in Phyllis's little bedroom. "It's my present, dearie," she said calmly. "So you needn't worry about using Angela's money. Gracious, it's been lovely!
"My dear! is that wise?" exclaimed his wife, thinking with sudden anxiety of Phyllis's great dislike to Hetty, and Hetty's uncompromising pride. "It is the best plan I can think of, but do not mistake me. If Hetty comes here it will be expressly understood by her and others that she is not to be brought up as my own daughter.
Allan demanded no, not exactly demanded, but expected and got so much of Phyllis's society in these days that she had learned to carry on all her affairs, even the housekeeping, out in her hammock by his wheel-chair or couch.
This dance over, Phyllis's partner did not well know how to dispose of her, and she grew rather frightened on finding that none of her sisters were in sight. At last she perceived Reginald standing on the bank, and made her escape to him. 'Redgie, did you see who I have been dancing with? Cousin Rotherwood and Claude's grand Oxford friend Mr. Travers. 'It is all nonsense, said Reginald.
Phyllis's rose-garden house had, among other virtues, the charm of being near the little station: a new little mission station which had apparently been called Wallraven by some poetic young real-estate agency, for the surrounding countryside looked countrified enough to be a Gray's Corners, or Smith's Crossing, or some other such placid old country name.
"Rogers," said Father briskly, "go telephone the Hill Grocery Company to pack up ten large baskets of apples and send them over to the office. You go over and give them to the boys and cover up Miss Phyllis's track effectually by a speech of presentation. And remember, Rogers, that whatever Miss Phyllis says in my office is strictly business and is to be observed as absolutely confidential."
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