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Thaddler were at one on this subject; but found it hard to agree even so, no love being lost between them; and the former gave evidence of more satisfaction than distress at this "dangerous experiment" in the house of her friends. Viva sat silent, but with a look of watchful intelligence that delighted Mrs. Porne. "It has done her good already," she said to herself. "Bless that girl!" Mr.
There's your 'drawing-room' and all your things " "Yes," she said, with reminiscent bitterness, "there they are and there they might have stayed, untouched if Miss Bell hadn't come!" "Makes you call her "Miss Bell" all the time, does she?" Mrs. Porne laughed. "Yes.
"Too tired to sleep, you poor darling? But you do love me a little, don't you?" "O yes!" she answered. "I do. Of course I do! I'm just tired, I guess. Goodnight, Sweetheart." She was late in getting to sleep and late in waking. When he finally sat down to the hurriedly spread breakfast-table, Mr. Porne, long coffeeless, found it a bit difficult to keep his temper.
Then a penetrating odor filled the air, and with a sudden "O dear!" she rose, put the baby on the sofa, and started toward the kitchen. At this moment the doorbell rang. Mrs. Porne stopped in her tracks and looked at the door. It remained opaque and immovable. She looked at the baby who jiggled his spools and crowed. Then she flew to the oven and dragged forth the bread, not much burned after all.
"If there were a hundred thousand she wouldn't go round!" answered Mrs. Weatherstone. "How selfish we are! That is the kind of woman we all want in our homes and fuss because we can't have them." "Edgar says he quite agrees with her views," Mrs. Porne went on. "Skilled labor by the day food sent in . He says if she cooked it he wouldn't care if it came all the way from Alaska!
Porne's left, whereon stood a neat square shining object with silvery panels and bamboo trimmings. "It's not at all bad looking, is it?" she ventured. "Not bad enough to spoil one's appetite," Mr. Porne cheerily agreed. "Open, Sesame! Now you know the worst." Mrs. Porne opened it, and an inner front was shown, with various small doors and drawers. "Do you know what is in it?" asked the guest.
The people poured along the winding walls, entered the pretty cottages, were much impressed by a little flock of well-floored tents in another corner, but came back with Ohs! and Ahs! of delight to the large building in the Avenue. Diantha went all over the place, inch by inch, her eyes widening with admiration; Mr. and Mrs. Porne and Mrs. Weatherstone with her.
Porne about it; and the furnishing needn't cost over $2,000 if it was very plain. Ten per cent. of that is a rent of $900 you see." "I see," said her mother. "Better say a thousand. I guess it could be done for that." So they set down rent, $1,000. "There have to be five paid helpers in the house," Diantha went on, "the cook, the laundress, the two maids, and the matron. She must buy and manage.
"Yes very often from Topolaya where she came from. I'm afraid she's engaged." Mrs. Porne sighed ruefully. "I don't doubt it!" said Mr. Porne. "That would account for her six months' arrangement! Well, my dear make hay while the sun shines!" "I do!" she boasted. "Whole stacks! I've had a seamstress in, and got all my clothes in order and the baby's.
"We are dear friends still; and so I feel that I know you better than you think. You have done beautiful work for Mrs. Porne; now I want you to do to it for me. I need you." "Won't you sit down?" said Diantha. "You, too," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "Now I want you to come to me right away. You have done me so much good already.
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