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Unpinning Stefana's many pins, she lifted out one of the dresses. It creaked starchily under her hands; it opened out before Miss Theodosia's horrified vision. She uttered a groan. Where, now, was that tender little heart-string tune? Miss Theodosia saw pink. Near-anger surged up within her at this ruinous, this piteous result of Stefana's toil.
The next noon she saw her dresses dangling from the neighboring clothesline. They were not successfully dangled; Miss Theodosia liked to see them hung with symmetry, all alike in a seemly row. The shirtwaists dangled also in unseemly attitudes. One hung by a single sleeve. But that was not all a certain faint suggestion of something worse than lack of symmetry persisted in Miss Theodosia's mind.
The soft pink of Miss Theodosia's cheeks! She lifted her head and sat very still. "Come and try me, dear. Maybe I am that kind of folks." And in a little whirlwind of tender gratitude descended Evangeline upon her. It was a whole-souled kiss, the only brand possible to Evangeline. "I I am that kind!" gasped Miss Theodosia, emerging laughing but tender-eyed. "Now let's begin the cake."
Irving Brooke's oldest son, Stanley, who was to drive Wesley to the station, came over early with his express wagon. Wesley's trunk, corded and labelled, stood on the back platform. The breakfast was a very silent meal. When it was over Wesley put on his hat and overcoat and went to the door, around which Theodosia's morning-glory vines were beginning to twine.
You shall be a doctor " Was that the chair creaking, or a door? It was a door. On the doorsill stood the Reformed Doctor, gazing in. The blanket had slipped away and it was a beautiful, bare Elly Precious in Miss Theodosia's arms, against her breast. The little picture stood out, distinct. But so soon it faded. She was on her feet and facing that treacherous doorway. Flames burned on her cheeks.
The old man chuckled, and gave the horses a gentle rap with the whip. "Who? Me! I know'd you by de faver. Dat boy er Mars John's is de ve'y spit en immij un you. I'd a know'd you in New 'Leens, let lone down dar in de kyar-shed." This was Miss Theodosia's introduction to Uncle Remus.
He kept all these papers in a huge iron-clamped chest, and he instructed Theodosia in case he should die to burn every letter which might injure any one. After Theodosia's death Burr gave the same instructions to Matthew L. Davis, who did, indeed, burn them, though he made their existence a means of blackening the character of Burr.
Then and there Miss Theodosia's heartstrings throbbed unmercifully; she could not do anything with them; they would throb. In vain she turned away looked at other faces listened to other voices. It was Evangeline she heard, with her wistful cry, and the little line of Flaggs that she saw. "There's Miss Theodosia there, there, Stefana! She's come to the p'rade!" "Miss Theodosia! Miss Theodosia!
I will suppress them to a happier moment, and anticipate the dear indulgence. The family as you left it. Thy Theodosia's health and spirits increase daily. Bartow's industry and utility are striking to the family and strangers. Johnstone returned yesterday. Your letter was as eagerly read as though I had not seen you.
This is worse than Aunt Sarah! An' to think it's Elly Precious, my darlin' dear! An' to think I never had ! An' to think I did it myself!" Even to Evangeline, words failed to express this worst of all things. She dropped, a little leaden thing of despair, into Miss Theodosia's great chair and rocked herself in anguish. "What is it, dear?" Miss Theodosia cried anxiously.
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