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I'm tired of those two Swedes already. O come from? Up in Jopalez, Inca County, I believe." "New England stock I bet," said Mr. Thaddler. "Its a damn shame the way the women go on about her." "Not all of them, surely," protested Mr. Porne. "No, not all of 'em, but enough of 'em to make mischief, you may be sure. Women are the devil, sometimes." Mr. Porne smiled without answer, and Mr.
I'll call for you at twelve but I won't go in." Mr. and Mrs. Thaddler were there but not happy. She was not, at least, and showed it; he was not until an idea struck him. He dodged softly out, and was soon flying off, at dangerous speed over the moon-white country roads. He found Ross, dressed and ready, sulking blackly on his shadowy porch. "Come and take a spin while you wait," said Mr.
Thaddler went sulking away a bag of cakes bulging in his pocket. The little wooden hotel in Jopalez boasted an extra visitor a few days later. A big red faced man, who strolled about among the tradesmen, tried the barber's shop, loafed in the post office, hired a rig and traversed the length and breadth of the town, and who called on Mrs.
"I should think you'd be interested you ought to it's Diantha Bell." Ross started, but said nothing. "You see, I've taken a great interest in her proposition ever since she sprung it on us," Mr. Thaddler confided. "She's got the goods all right. But there was plenty against her here you know what women are! And I made up my mind the supplies should be good and steady, anyhow.
Porne was out, or descending into their own kitchens of an evening when the strange Miss Bell was visiting "the help," made flattering propositions to her to come to them. She was perfectly polite and agreeable in manner, but refused all blandishments. "What are you getting at your present place if I may ask?" loftily inquired the great Mrs. Thaddler, ponderous and beaded.
Aberthwaite," she said; and then; "May I have the pleasure of presenting to you Mrs. Henderson Bell my mother?" "Wasn't it great!" said Mrs. Weatherstone; "I was there you see, I'd come to call on Mrs. Bell she's a dear, and in came Mrs. Thaddler " "Mrs. Thaddler?" "O I know it was old Aberthwaite, but he represented Mrs.
Thaddler chatted with her over the counter, as far as she would allow it, and discoursed more fully with his friends on the verandah. "Porne," he said, "where'd that girl come from anyway? She's a genius, that's what she is; a regular genius." "She's all that," said Mr. Porne, "and a benefactor to humanity thrown in. I wish she'd start her food delivery, though.
The speed, the accuracy, the economy; the pleasant, quiet, assured manner of these skilled employees was a very different thing from the old slipshod methods of the ordinary general servant. So the work slowly prospered, while Diantha began to put in execution the new plan she had been forced into. While it matured, Mrs. Thaddler matured hers.
Every fault that could be found in the undertaking she pounced upon and enlarged; every doubt that could be cast upon it she heavily piled up; and her opposition grew more rancorous as Mr. Thaddler enlarged in her hearing upon the excellence of Diantha's lunches and the wonders of her management. "She's picked a bunch o' winners in those girls of hers," he declared to his friends.
Thaddler, portentous and severe, stalked forward. "It is not my habit to make public speeches," she began, "nor my desire; but this is a time when prompt and decisive action needs to be taken. This Club cannot afford to countenance any such farrago of mischievous nonsense as we have heard to-day.
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