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Sandworth's long-dead husband, thought it necessary, from time to time, to endeavor to stir her sister-in-law up to a keener sense of what was due the world in the matter of personal appearance; but Mrs. Sandworth, born a Melton, had the irritating unconcern for social problems of that distinguished Kentucky family.
Her long, long illness was spent in the Melton's home, with the doctor in attendance and Julia Sandworth, utterly devoted, constantly at hand. The old Emery house, the outward symbol of her married life, was sold, and the big "yard" cut up into building lots long before she was able to sit up. Lydia came frequently, but, acting on the doctor's express command, never brought Ariadne.
Lydia pulled away and threw herself on the bed, still sobbing, and protesting that she could not go to the luncheon; and in the end Mrs. Emery was obliged to make the profoundest apologies over the telephone to a justly indignant hostess. In the meantime Lydia was undressed and put to bed by Mrs. Sandworth, who dared not open her mouth.
I'd succeeded in forgetting it." "You can call it tragic if you like," commented Mrs. Sandworth, looking about for an escape from the stranded isolation of guests who have just been passed along from the receiving line; "but what it was all about was more than I ever could " Her eyes fell again on Lydia, and she lost herself in a sweet passion of admiration and pride.
Sandworth came to the door. "She's beginning to come to herself, I think. She stirs, and moves her hands about." As she spoke, there was a scream from the bedroom: "My baby! My baby!" Rankin sprang to his feet, holding Ariadne on one arm, and stepped quickly inside. "Here is the baby," he said in a quiet voice. "I was holding her all the time you slept. I will not let the Minotaur come near her."
She looked very sunny and good-humored, like a cheerful child, an expression which up to that year had been habitual to her. Dr. Melton looked at her without speaking. "So, you see," she concluded, "not to speak of several other times we're very well acquainted." "Well, Marius! Did you ever!" Mrs. Sandworth appealed to her brother. "Oh, I've known about it all along.
She spilled it on the stove, and it smoked and stinked there was nobody nowadays to forbid Ariadne to use 'Stashie's words and 'Stashie said there wasn't any more and they'd have to go off to the grocery-store to get some, and if Ariadne knew where that nickel was Mis' Sandworth give her, they could get a soda-water on the way, and with two straws it would do for both.
Lydia was half-way up the stairs again, but at that she looked down at her mother God! Julia, if a child of mine had ever looked at me like that " Mrs. Sandworth patted him vaguely. "Oh, people always look white and queer in the twilight, you know even quite florid complexions." The doctor made a rush to the door. "But dinner must be ready to put on the table," she called after him.
"To think of its being our little Lydia who's the center of all this!" murmured Mrs. Sandworth, her loving eyes glistening with affectionate pride. "It really is a splendid scene, isn't it, Marius?" "If they were all gagged, it might be. Lord! how they yell!" "Oh, at a reception!" Mrs. Sandworth's accent denoted that the word was an explanation. "People have to, to make themselves heard."
And here's a note that says it's to be answered at once, while the boy waits Oh, my! Oh, my!" "Lydia, dear, here's the caterer, after all. Will you just please say one thing. Would you rather have the coffee or the water-ices served upstairs Oh, here's your Aunt Julia Julia Sandworth, I never needed advice more." Mrs.
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