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Then Miss Ida Slome passed by, and Wollaston Lee was clinging to her arm, pressing as closely to her side as he dared. Miss Slome saw Maria, and spoke in her sweet, crisp tone. "Good-evening, Maria," said she. Maria stood gazing after them. Her father emerged from the store with the bag of peaches dangling from his hand. He looked incongruous.
Maria thought her father was very silly. She felt scorn, shame, and indignation at the same time. Maria was glad when it was time to go home. When her father kissed Miss Slome, she blushed, and turned away her head. Going home, Harry almost danced along the street. He was as light-hearted as a boy, and as thoughtlessly in love.
Maria felt an indefinable depression, as if she, little, helpless girl, were being carried so far into the wheels of life that it was too much for her. Her father, of late, had been kinder than ever to her; Maria had begun to wonder if she ought not to be glad if he were happy, and if she ought not to try to love Miss Slome. But this afternoon depression overcame her.
Voorhees was an Englishman, and I believe he is in some business in London." "Well, Ida Slome is going to stay there. I shouldn't be surprised if Evelyn was grown up before she saw her mother again." "I can't quite believe that," Maria said. "When you get to be as old as I am you will believe more," said her aunt Maria. "You will see that folks' selfishness hides the whole world besides.
Miss Slome was still there; her graceful profile could be seen at a window. Both children marched in upon Miss Slome, who was in a recitation-room, bending over a desk. She looked up, and her face lightened at sight of Maria. "Oh, it's you, dear?" said she. Maria then saw, for the first time, the white sparkle of a diamond on the third finger of her left hand. She felt that she hated her.
Suddenly he remembered how Abby had looked when she was a young girl and he had married her; he had not compared himself so favorably with her. The image of his dead wife, as a young girl, was much fairer in his mind than that of Ida Slome. "There's no use talking, Abby was handsomer than Ida when she was young," he said to himself, as he began to undress.
She had declined in a few stilted words, although Harry had sent a check to cover the expenses of her trip, which was returned in her letter. "The fact is, I don't know what to do with Maria," Harry said to Ida Slome, a week before the wedding. "Maria won't come, and neither will her brother's wife, and she can't be left alone, even with the new maid.
For some unexplained cause, the sorrow which Maria had passed through had seemed to stop her own emotional development. She looked at Wollaston Lee sometimes and wondered how she had ever had dreams about him; how she had thought she would like him to go with her, and, perhaps, act as silly as her father did with Miss Slome.
"Ida, Miss Slome, tells me that she thinks you know, and so I made up my mind I had better tell you, and not wait any longer, although I shall not take any decisive step before before November. What would you say if father should bring home a new mother for his little girl, dear?" "I should say I would rather have Aunt Maria," replied Maria, decisively. She choked back a sob.
The older I grow the more I feel as if I was best off in my own home, but I would have gone. So far as I am concerned I am glad she has let the house, but I must say I ain't surprised. You mark my words, Maria Edgham, and you see if what I say won't come true." "What is it?" "Ida Slome will stay over there, if she has a good time.
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