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I never was a good carver, so it was no pleasure to me to show off; and to tell you the truth, when I come to the table, I like to eat not saw wood." And Mr. Porne ate with every appearance of satisfaction. "We never get roast beef like this I'm sure," Mrs. Ree admitted, "we can't get it small enough for our family." "And a little roast is always spoiled in the cooking.
Isabel was never a cook. In the many servantless gaps of domestic life in Orchardina, there was always a strained atmosphere in the Porne household. "Dear," said Mr. Porne, "might I petition to have the steak less cooked? I know you don't like to do it, so why not shorten the process?" "I'm sorry," she answered, "I always forget about the steak from one time to the next."
"How about our bungalow? have you got any farther?" Mrs. Porne flushed. "I'm sorry, Viva. You ought to have given it to someone else. I haven't gone into that workroom for eight solid days. No help, and the baby, you know. And I was always dog-tired." "That's all right, dear, there's no very great rush. You can get at it now, can't you with this other Belle to the fore?"
While t'e Prince wass here, we were crowded oh, to t'e smalles' room! efen at ot'er times, we tid well, for he gafe t'e house a prestige. But last vinter he die, unt hiss heir, hiss son, despite t'e care of heem which we haf taken, t'e anxieties he hass cause' us, yet which we haf cheerfully porne t'at ingrate hass t'e pad taste to prefer t'e ot'er house!
"We think her a very exceptional young woman." Mr. Thaddler chuckled. "She is that!" he agreed. "Gad! How she did set things humming! They're humming yet at our house!" He glanced rather rancorously at his wife, and Mrs. Porne wished, as she often had before, that Mr. Thaddler wore more clothing over his domestic afflictions. "Scandalous!" Mrs. Thaddler was saying to Madam Weatherstone.
No, no let her run the house she thinks she owns it." "She's fond of you, isn't she?" asked Mrs. Porne. "O I guess so if I let her have her own way. And she certainly saves me a great deal of trouble. Speaking of trouble, there they are she said she'd stop for me." At the gate puffed the big car, a person in livery rang the bell, and Mrs.
But there's a sister not a bad sort, only very limited; she's taken the old man to board, as it were, and I guess the mother really set her foot down for once said she had a right to visit her own daughter!" "It would seem so," Mrs. Porne agreed. "I am so glad! It will be so much easier for that brave little woman now." It was.
I am extremely obliged to you, Mrs. Porne, I'd no idea it could be sent so far and be so good. And only five dollars a week, you say?" "For each person, yes." "I don't see how she does it. All those cases and dishes, and the delivery wagon!" That was the universal comment in Orchardina circles as the months passed and Union House continued in existence "I don't see how she does it!"
There was the Prince, sure enough a pleasant, blue-eyed young man. And there was the Count, bearing visible evidence of duels a-plenty in earlier days. And there was Diantha Bell receiving, with Mrs. Porne and Mrs. Weatherstone. All Orchardina stared. Diantha had been at the dinner that was clear.
The city of Porne appeared unchanged from when I had last seen it. There were a few new houses close to the beach, but otherwise the city itself, with its low-built cabins and regular streets, was the same.
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