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Well, Stell, you had better not say anything more!" said Lilly with crushing emphasis. "It was so queer," persisted I, "that she made us promise not to say anything to Mrs. Long!" "Oh, that will all be explained." "I felt like a conspirator stealing out of the house this morning." "As if we don't go to the French market whenever we like! And there's certainly no harm in going to meet a lady.
That is, Stell and Eva had. Carrie, the middle one, taught school over on the West Side. In those days it took her almost two hours each way. She said the kind of costume she required should have been corrugated steel. But all three knew what was being worn, and they wore it or fairly faithful copies of it. Eva, the housekeeping sister, had a needle knack.
Weiter bringt es kein Mensch, stell' er sich wie er auch will." In physiological language this means, that all the multifarious and complicated activities of man are comprehensible under three categories.
Eva fingered their titles and gave a little gasp. One of them was on gardening. "Well, of all things!" exclaimed Stell. A book on the war, by an Englishman. A detective story of the lurid type that lulls us to sleep. His shoes ranged in a careful row in the closet, with a shoe tree in every one of them. There was something speaking about them. They looked so human.
Eva had two children now. Girls. They treated Uncle Jo with good-natured tolerance. Stell had no children.
Whereupon his mother had died, comfortably, leaving him with a completely ruined life. They were not bad-looking girls, and they had a certain style, too. That is, Stell and Eva had. Carrie, the middle one, taught school over on the West Side. In those days it took her almost two hours each way. She said the kind of costume she required should have been corrugated steel.
"Eats all kinds of things at all hours of the night," Eva said, and wandered out into the rose-colored front room again with the air of one who is chagrined at her failure to find what she has sought. Stell followed her furtively. "Where do you suppose he can be?" she demanded. "It's" she glanced at her wrist "why, it's after six!" And then there was a little click. The two women sat up, tense.
"Still mad, Stell?" he asked placatingly and put his arm over her shoulders. "Of course not," she responded instantly to this kindlier phase. "Ugh! Your hands are all bloody, Charlie." "That's so, but it'll wash off," he replied. "Well, we're shy a good woodsman and a cook, and I'll miss 'em both. But it might be worse. Here's where you go to bat, Stella.
They both smiled at the thought of the austere Carrie in the midst of those rosy cushions, and hangings, and lamps. Stell rose and began to walk about restlessly. She picked up a vase and laid it down; straightened a picture. Eva got up, too, and wandered into the hall. She stood there a moment, listening. Then she turned and passed into Jo's bedroom, Stell following.
We cared no more for the ball: we went home like people in a dream. We scarcely slept that night, fearing to be late for the French market in the morning. Before it was fairly light we had dressed ourselves and hurried off. "Oh, Stell!" cried my tall sister, "let us never say we haven't had an adventure! No novel I ever read was half so exciting. I feel quite like a heroine, don't you?"
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