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Rivervale was a self-respecting town, and principled against luxury and self-indulgence, and judged with a just and severe judgment the world of fashion and of the grasping, wicked millionaires. And now this world with all its vain show had plumped down in the midst of them.
"Why, I forgot to tell you about it. It's the great excitement. Rivervale is getting known. The Mavicks are there. I hear they've taken pretty much the whole of it." "The Mavicks? "Yes, the New York Mavicks, that you wrote us about, that were in the paper." "How long have they been there?" "A week. There is Mrs.
"That is an interesting piece of information, but I don't see its bearing. Will you tell me, Mr. Burnett, what nonsense you have got into your head?" "I want," and Philip spoke very gently "I want, Mrs. Mavick, permission to see your daughter." "Ah! I thought in Rivervale, Mr. Burnett, that you were a gentleman.
Of course she and all the household seemed in a conspiracy to flatter and encourage the vanity of authorship. Was not all the village talking about the reputation he had conferred on it? Was it not proud of him? Indeed, it did imagine that the world outside of Rivervale was very much interested in him, and that he was already an author of distinction.
Celia had been brought to Rivervale by her mother about a year before this time, and the two occupied a neat little cottage in the village, distinguished only by its neatness and a plot of syringas, and pinks, and marigolds, and roses, and bachelor's-buttons, and boxes of the tough little exotics, called "hen-and-chickens," in the door-yard, and a vigorous fragrant honeysuckle over the front porch.
It sort of came over me, I am such a weak sister, that there is such a lot of work done in this world with no object except the doing of it." A more recent letter: "Do you remember Aunt Hepsy, who used to keep the little thread-and-needle and candy shop in Rivervale? Such a dear, sweet, contented old soul! Always a smile and a good word for every customer.
Therefore the "establishment" went along with her to Rivervale, and the shy, modest little woman, who had dropped down into the country simplicity that she so dearly loved, greatly enjoyed the sensation that her coming produced. It needed no effort on her part to produce the sensation.
I tell you, Philip, that humanity is pretty poor stuff to build a religion on." The talk was wandering far away from what was in Philip's mind, and presently Celia perceived his want of interest. "There, that is enough about myself. I want to know all about you, your visit to Rivervale, how the publishing house suits you, how the story is growing."
She spoke and moved Philip noticed that without the least self-consciousness, and she had a way of looking her interlocutor frankly in the eyes, or, as Philip expressed it, "flashing" upon him. Philip bowed to the governess, and, still standing and waving his hand towards the river, hoped they liked Rivervale, and then added: "I see you can read in the country."
"Why, I forgot to tell you about it. It's the great excitement. Rivervale is getting known. The Mavicks are there. I hear they've taken pretty much the whole of it." "The Mavicks? "Yes, the New York Mavicks, that you wrote us about, that were in the paper." "How long have they been there?" "A week. There is Mrs.
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