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Updated: June 13, 2025
Perhaps they were afraid of being waylaid." "I suppose they couldn't bear to see us win," said Grace. "But, O girls, I am so proud of our invincible team. It was a great game and a well-earned victory." "We ought to celebrate," said Miriam. "Come on. Here we are at Stillman's." Without waiting for a second invitation, the Phi Sigma Tau trooped joyfully into the drug store.
Even Elizabeth's sad face looks as if life might be worth living; for, under the second wife, life at Stillman's had taken on a different color. The spare room is a pretty sitting-room for the young folks. "We don't want them always with us," says Mrs.
And as no two souls are alike, the attempt to fit a number of them by the same pattern necessarily caused suffering to the souls undergoing the operation. Mrs. Stillman's sensitive organization was completely crushed; her eldest daughter's nearly so.
Giving the ring inside a vigorous pull, Grace shoved the bat into the hands of the astonished youngster and made for the nearest telephone. Hurrying into Stillman's, she discovered to her disgust that the telephone was in use, but a moment later she was at the door and again out on the street.
But sooner or later the topic would again verge on the controversial. Usually at the point where the scene shifted from Ned Stillman's apartments to the Palace Hotel, Mrs. Finnegan's pug nose was lifted with tentative disapproval, as she inquired: "How many did you say went down to the Palace?" "Only four Mr. Stillman, Claire, Mrs. Condor, and a young fellow named Edington." "I suppose that Mrs.
Claire fancied that a flicker of annoyance passed over Stillman's face as he answered, with a dry laugh: "You might at least have given me time to prove my gallantry." "I'm not taking any chances," was the prompt reply. Claire turned away. What had contrived to give Mrs. Condor this disagreeable air of assurance toward Ned Stillman, she found herself wondering.
The effect of all this was not lost upon the general public, and it was not long before men of Stillman's acquaintance used to remark facetiously to him over the lunch-table: "What's new in beans to-day?... Are reds still a favorite?" Stillman would throw back an equally cryptic answer, thinking as he did so: "What a wigging I must be getting over the teacups!
The entrance of Mr. Stillman closed the conversation, and Tom went out, banging the door after him. No wonder Margaret was getting ill-natured. The winter was a long, dull season at Stillman's. Even her enjoyment at the few social gatherings she was permitted to attend in the neighborhood was marred by the knowledge that she could not entertain her young friends in return.
The memory of Stillman's air of delicate banter as he emphasized the hour for beginning his business venture struck Claire ironically the more she pondered his words. She had a feeling that there was something farcical in the prospect, and yet there seemed nothing to do but to go through with the preliminaries.
July came, but the Stillman girls did not go to the picnic. Tom and the "hands" did; and Mrs. Lansing and her boys stopped at Stillman's on their way and offered the girls seats in their wagon. But Mr. Stillman said his women had to get ready for the harvest hands who were coming next day, and Margaret said to Rachel bitterly: "We have no decent clothes to go in anyhow."
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