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If La Fleur consents to go to you for a couple of weeks, she will understand the circumstances, and will be perfectly satisfied with what she finds. She is a woman of sense. You would better let Mrs. Tolbridge go and talk with her." Miriam sat down in a sort of despair. Here again, her affairs were being managed for her. Would she ever be able to maintain her independence?
"Uncle Butterwood," she gasped and tried to rise, but her strength and senses left her, and she fell over unconscious, upon the floor. The candle dropped from her hand, and, fortunately, went out. About ten o'clock the next morning, Mike, in his little wagon, rattled up to the door of Dr. Tolbridge. The doctor was not at home, but his wife came out. "That young girl!" she exclaimed.
"I do not know, madam," she said, "that you are aware that I was the cause of your coming to this neighborhood." Mrs. Drane was a quiet lady, and the previous remarks of her visitor had been calculated to render her more quiet, but this roused her. "I certainly did not," she said. "We came on the invitation and through the kindness of Dr. Tolbridge, my old friend."
"You are very good indeed," she said, "to treat intrusive strangers with such kindness, but I shall be glad to have you know that we are not mere tourists. We are, at present, residents of Thorbury. I am Mrs. Drane, and my daughter is engaged in assisting Dr. Tolbridge in some literary work." "If you are friends of Dr.
You had nothing to do with the preliminary work, which is really the most important." Mrs. Tolbridge smiled. "I am sure I am very much obliged," she said. "You ought to be. And now while we are on the subject, let me ask you: Have you a new cook?" "I have," replied the other, "but she is worse than the last one." Miss Panney rose to her feet, and walked across the room.
I should be frightened to death, and she would have nothing to do anything with. You know, Mrs. Tolbridge, that we live in an awfully plain way. We are not in the least bit rich or stylish or anything of the sort. If Cicely had not told me that she and her mother lived in the same way, we could not have taken them.
Browning tied to a post, and as she drew nearer, she perceived Ralph Haverley sitting alone on the vine-shaded piazza. The old lady would not enter the Tolbridge gate, but she stood on the other side of the street, and beckoned to Ralph, who, as soon as he saw her, ran over to her.
"What did she say?" asked Mrs. Tolbridge. "She said very little, and that was one of the strangest things about her. But she sat and stared and stared and stared at me, as if I were some sort of curiosity on exhibition, and did not answer anything I said to her.
So saying, the old lady threw aside the coverlid, and jumped to the floor with the activity of a cat. Mrs. Tolbridge burst out laughing. "I declare, Miss Panney!" she exclaimed, "you have your dress on." "What of that?" said the old lady, opening a drawer. "A warm dress is a good thing to wear, at least I have always found it so." "But not with a night-cap," said the other.
"Doctor," she then said, "I do not believe there is any one else who knows me, who would tell me that I have the mind of a child." "Oh, no," replied Dr. Tolbridge, "for it is not likely that there is any one else to whom you have made the fact known."
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