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Frank Scherman's; and Frank and his wife and little Sinsie, the baby, "she isn't Original Sin, as I was," says her mother, came up to Z together, and stopped at the hotel. Martha Josselyn came from New York, and stayed, of course, with the Inglesides. Martha is a horrible thing, girls; how do you suppose I dare to put her in here as I do? She is a milliner. And this is how it happens.
We have made up our minds to try families. We want a real place to live, you see. And we want to go together, so as to make our own place. We mightn't like things just as they happened, where there was others." Mrs. Scherman's own face lighted up afresh. This was something that did not happen every day. She grew cordial with a pleased surprise. "Do you think you could?
When they came down into Mrs. Scherman's room, that young matron said within herself, "I wonder if it's real or if we're in a charade! At any rate, we'll have a real tea in the play. They do sometimes." "What is the nicest, and quickest, and easiest thing to get, I wonder?" she asked of her waiting ministers. "Don't say toast. We're so tired of toast!"
"Because it's my place to stand, at that time," said Bel, stoutly; "and I shouldn't be comfortable out of my place. I haven't earned a place like Mrs. Scherman's yet, or married a man that has earned it for me. There are proper things for everybody. It isn't always proper for Mrs. Scherman to sit down herself; or for Mr. Scherman to keep his hat on.
He would do something, and let you know. A real business man would make this Saftleigh fellow afraid." The Thaynes Mrs. Dakie Thayne is our dear little old friend Ruth Holabird, you know had been visiting in Boston; staying partly here, and partly at Mrs. Frank Scherman's. At Asenath's they were real "comfort-friends;" Asenath had the faculty of gathering only such about her.
The talk, the ideas of the day, were in her ears; the books, the periodicals of the day were at hand, and free for her to avail herself of. The very fun at Mrs, Scherman's tea-table was the sort of fun that can only sparkle out of culture. There was a grace that her aptness caught, and that was making a lady of her.
The young man spoke with a strength in the clear voice that could be so light and gay. "And tender, too. 'Thou layest Thine hand upon me," said Delight Goldthwaite. Sin Saxon was quiet; her own thought coming back upon her with a reflective force, and a thrill at her heart at Frank Scherman's words. Had these two only planned tableaux and danced Germans together before?
Miss Smalley possessed some movables of her own, though the furnishings in her room had been mostly Mrs. Pimminy's. There were some things of her aunt's that Bel would like, and which she had asked leave to bring to Mrs. Scherman's. The light, round table, with its old fashioned slender legs and claw feet, its red cloth, and the books and little ornaments, Bel wanted in her sleeping-room.
They were all in the large back room, with western windows, over the parlor. The doors through a closet passage stood open into Mrs. Scherman's own. There were blocks, and linen picture-books, and a red tin wagon full of small rag-dolls, about on the floor. Baby Karen was rolled up in a blanket on the middle of a bed. "You see, this is the family, except Mr. Scherman.
"Earlier than you'll be ready," said Frank Scherman's sister, one of the "Routh" girls also. "I shan't have any crimps to take down, that's one thing," Frank answered. And Sin Saxon, glancing at his handsome waving hair, whispered saucily to Jeannie Hadden, "I don't more than half believe that, either;" then, aloud, "You must join the party too, girls, by the way.
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