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"Now, Maria, hadn't you better go back home?" ventured Wollaston. "No," said Maria, and she ran on towards the station. "Come home with me to my mother," said Wollaston, pleadingly, but a little timidly. A girl in such a nervous strait as this was a new experience for him. "She can go home with me," said Gladys. "My mother's a heap better than Ida Slome.
"If I were in her place and anything happened to her, I should never forgive myself." "Trust Ida Slome to forgive herself for most anything," Aunt Maria returned, bitterly. "But as far as that goes, I guess the child has had full as good care here as she would have had with her ma." "I guess so, too," said Eunice; "better only I should never forgive myself."
Edgham and Maria to oblige, and that she now was to take poor little Maria out of pity. She, in reality, did pity Maria, for a good many reasons. She was a shrewd woman, and she gauged Miss Ida Slome pitilessly. However, she had to admit that she had shown some consideration in one respect. In the midst of her teaching, and preparations for her wedding, she had planned a lovely dress for Maria.
She went to school late for the sake of seeing her off; and she was late in the geography class, but Miss Slome only greeted her with a smile of radiant reassurance. At recess, Gladys Mann snuggled up to her. "Say, is it true?" she whispered. "Is what true?" "Is your father goin' to get married to teacher?" "Yes," said Maria. Then she gave Gladys a little push.
Addix were sitting. Maria regarded her father with a sort of contemptuous wonder, tinctured with unwilling admiration. Her father, on his return from his evenings spent with Miss Ida Slome, looked always years younger than Maria had ever seen him. There was the humidity of youth in his eyes, the flush of youth on his cheeks, the triumph of youth in his expression.
However, Harry submitted the problem to Miss Slome, who solved it at once. She had, in some respects, a masterly brain, and her executive abilities were somewhat thrown away in her comparatively humble sphere. "You must have the house cleaned," said she. "Let the woman you get to clean stay over until you come home. She won't be afraid to go home alone afterwards. Those kind of people never are.
"Mother always said so." Miss Slome only laughed harder. "You funny little darling," she said. "And Wollaston has a real good disposition, his mother told my aunt Maria so," she persisted. The room fairly rang with Miss Slome's laughter, although she tried to subdue it. Maria persisted. "And father isn't a mite handy about the house," said she. "And Mrs.
With that scant courtesy Wollaston Lee resumed his race homeward, and Maria went her own way. It was that very night, after Harry Edgham had returned from his call upon Ida Slome, that he told Maria. Maria, as usual, had gone to bed, but she was not asleep. Maria heard his hand on her door-knob, and his voice calling out, softly: "Are you asleep, dear?" "No," responded Maria.
Harry stood over Miss Slome as she was singing, and Maria observed how his arm pressed against her shoulder. After the song was done, Harry and Miss Slome sat down on the sofa, and Harry drew Maria down on the other side.
We don't know the girl very well, and it won't do." Ida Slome solved the problem with her usual precision and promptness. "Then," said she, "she will have to board at Mrs. White's until we return. There is nothing else to do." It was therefore decided that Maria was to board at Mrs. White's, although it involved some things which were not altogether satisfactory to Ida.
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