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Updated: May 10, 2025
"You always did care a lot too much about color, 'Senath," she said, though not in the least unkindly; no one was ever unkind to Miss Asenath, "and Arethusa is just like you. But as for getting her a green dress to wear with that red head of hers, why it would be a waste, and a perfectly sinful waste, of money, because I know her step-mother wouldn't let her wear it.
"Then why," continued Miss Asenath, smiling just a little, "do you quarrel with him so?" "I don't quarrel with him, Aunt 'Senath, dear.... Not.... Not much...." added for the sake of honesty, after thought. "I thought you all had rather a bad time at supper." "Oh, that," Arethusa tossed her head, "that was all Timothy's fault. He's.... He's just awful sometimes.
To the children of Moses she was a good genius, and a word from "Aunt 'Senath" oftentimes prevailed when the authority of the parents was disregarded.
I enquired, dazed by the abruptness of this decision, and wondering whether she were referring to me. "This morning, miss, you know how hot it was? Well, 'Senath comes into the kitchen and says to me, 'Tryphena, I finds my feet something wonderful. 'Wash them, and change your stockings, I says. 'Wash them! Why, Tryphena, I'se feared to do that. I might get a chill as would strike in."
Well, whose is it, and what is it?" "Look at that sheet, miss, a new one. 'Senath was ironing, and had folded it just ready to put away. Then she suddenly wants a drink, so she goes off leaving the iron in the middle of the sheet. Half an hour later she remembers. When she got back, of course the iron had burnt its way straight through all the layers."
"No more do I, but it's none of our concern as I knows on; very like the pickles hurt him for dinner; Dick never had an o'er-strong stomach, as you might say. But you don't tell me how it m' happen you're let out at four o'clock, Senath," half complaining. "O, something broke in the machinery, father; you know you wouldn't understand if I told you what."
Would your Da have looked at I for a son?" "Well, you can't be heart-broken, anyway, or you wouldn't be going to marry Senath Pollard...." He came and bent over her again, bringing his face very close to hers and trying to hold her eyes with his look, as only a liar does. "You knaw why I be walking out with Senath ... so as to be able to come here and have no one thinkin' anything.
"Oh, Aunt 'Senath, Aunt 'Senath!" she sobbed, wildly penitent. "I was a beast! I didn't think! Your Timothy was a lovely name!" It sounded a trifle illogical and inconsistent, but Miss Asenath seemed to understand perfectly. She whispered her forgiveness to the weeping Arethusa, who could only squeeze her and murmur incoherent avowals of her lack of intent to be unkind.
She had planned a little for this holiday supper; saving three mellow-cheeked Louise Bonnes expensive pears just then to add to their bread and molasses. She brought them out from the closet, and watched her father eat them. "Going out again Senath?" he asked, seeing that she went for her hat and shawl, u and not a mouthful have you eaten! Find your old father dull company hey? Well, well!"
So after a little while, Miss Asenath gave up her attempt to find out definitely, and contented herself with showing Arethusa that no matter what it was that was troubling her, Aunt 'Senath loved her as much as ever. And her niece clung to the tenderness of this unfailing love as a drowning man clings to a straw; it was the most that was left to her, with the loss of Timothy's comradeship.
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