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"This is better," Miss Thorley told him with pleasing promptness. "Mifflin would have reminded her of Jenny Lind. You can take her there some other day." "Will you go, too?" eagerly. "I'll go any day you say." But she only smiled over her shoulder as she went up the steps and into the meetinghouse. A quiet peaceful hour followed and when the service was over Mary Rose slipped one hand around Mr.
Aren't you glad to see Jenny Lind again? I can't see that she has changed a feather." "We'll leave her at the house and then run out to Nokomis for a breath of air. That friendly flat of the Paulovitch's has almost strangled me. I have a great yearning for wide open spaces," Mr. Jerry told Miss Thorley over Mary Rose's head.
Miss Thorley took up a handful of brushes and regarded them intently before she said slowly: "Independence is the greatest thing in the world, Mary Rose. It means that I can live as I choose, where I choose, that I can pay my own bills, buy my own clothes and food, that I can do exactly as I please and as I think best. The independence of women is the most wonderful thing in this wonderful age."
There was nothing curt in the greeting Mary Rose gave him. She smiled enchantingly and slipped her hand into his. "We're just watching the ponies. Aren't they loves? Miss Thorley thinks they are too small for her to ride, but I don't see how she can be sure unless she tries. Do you know Mr. Jerry, Miss Thorley? He's making such a comfortable home for George Washington.
"Mercy, mercy, Mary Rose!" Miss Thorley said at last. "You must stop. Your head will be completely turned. And we must go home." "Won't you ride back with me?" asked Mr. Jerry. "I have the car. If you will, we have time for a sundae first." Mary Rose's heart all but stopped beating as she waited for Miss Thorley to say they would.
Mary Rose ran to the window to wave her hand to her friend as he drove his car up the alley. Solomon was with him and he looked quite as well on the front seat as Mr. Jerry had hoped he would. "I could have asked him if that was why he was a bachelor if he hadn't gone away." Miss Thorley crossed the kitchen and stood beside her.
Wells wasn't well and didn't wish to be disturbed." Miss Thorley's lip curled disdainfully. "Mr. Wells sick?" Mary Rose was much concerned. "What's the matter?" Miss Thorley shook her head. "Haven't you been down to ask?" Mary Rose always had been sent to ask in Mifflin. "Gracious, no! I shouldn't dare. He'd probably bite my head off." "He couldn't bite your head off if he was sick.
"And Miss Thorley, too?" demanded Mary Rose, jealously afraid that Miss Thorley might feel hurt if she were excluded from Mr. Jerry's affections. "She's the enchanted princess, you know," she reminded him in a whisper. "You must love her." Mr. Jerry was so silent that Mary Rose pinched his arm. "Sure, I love Miss Thorley," he said then, very hurriedly.
On their way home they passed Bingham and Henderson's big jam factory and Mary Rose caught a glimpse of Miss Thorley waiting for a street car. When she called Mr. Jerry's attention to the enchanted princess he deftly inserted his automobile between Miss Thorley and the approaching car. "Room for one more passenger here," he said with a grin. "And the fare will be even cheaper."
Her grey hair was arranged in three flat curls, fastened with small black combs on each side of her face, which was rosy and wrinkled like a russet apple, and her full purple skirt, her big bonnet, adorned with bows of scarlet ribbon, and her much be-furbelowed and be-spangled dolman, attested the fact that she had donned her best clothes for the occasion of her visit, and that Thorley fashions differed from those of the metropolis.
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