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"Yes, I remember, but that was an unusual occurrence. He came in on business and when he discovered I did not object to a pipe he stayed." Trudy was disappointed. "Did Beatrice ever know?" "Don't know myself." Mary was determined to win out. "I can't see why she should it would not interest her. She never listens to things that do not interest her.... You won't know Luke. He grows like a weed."
"Now, my dear, you must put on a warm dressing gown and something to pad your chest this nightgown is a farce," she said, sternly, rising. "Where shall I find something? Oh, Trudy don't!" Trudy had halfway lifted herself in bed with sudden pain, moaning and laughing in terrible fashion. Mary caught her in her arms. Trudy lay back, quite contented.
Even your father frowned when I said I was coming. How are you, darling? I don't give a hang if I make poor Miss Faithful run the shop for a year as long as you want me to play with you." Having the advantage of studying Mary Faithful's position both from the business and family aspects Trudy had long ago decided that she was not going to be like her. In no way did she envy Mary's position.
Besides, a chic red-haired wife who knew how to make the most of nothing and to smile, showing thirty-two pearly teeth as cleverly as any dental ad, would not be a bad asset among his men friends. Had the Vondeplosshe fortunes remained intact and Gay met Trudy he would still have pressed his attentions upon her, though they might not have taken the form of an offer of marriage.
She was thinking chaotic, rebellious, ridiculous nothings, punctuated with uneven ragged thoughts about matching gloves to gowns or getting potted goose livers at the East-Side store Trudy had just recommended.
She is sailing for London, Wednesday." "Yes, you told me," acknowledged the doctor. "We'll manage all right, Aunt Trudy. Rosemary will keep us all in order." But in spite of his cheerful faith, Aunt Trudy departed the next morning "worried to death" as she confided to Winnie.
The graft from Beatrice was the open sesame, however, and the Gorgeous Girl would never suspect the truth. "Keep right on working hard," Trudy said, fondly, as they kissed each other good-night. "I'll tell Mary to-morrow. I want to leave my big trunk here because we might want to stay here for a few days when we come back." "Never!" masterfully pointing his cane at the moon.
All the good that was in Trudy responded to Mary's goodness. She never tried to be to Mary no one did more than once. Nor did she try to flatter her. She was truly sorry for Mary's colourless life, truly grieved that Mary would not consent to shape her eyebrows. But she respected her, and it was to Mary's house that Mrs. Vondeplosshe repaired shortly after her arrival.
"Come, 'fess up, Rosemary, and I'll help you out of the scrape, whatever it is. My dear little girl, you can't go around among the neighbors like this families help each other and stand by each other. I don't care a hoot what other people may think as Aunt Trudy seems to believe I should but I care a great deal that my little sister should go to outsiders instead of coming to me."
So she sat with her father rather more than one would have expected, made him listen to opera records which drove him to distraction, talked to him of nothing, and tried to be a little sister to the afflicted in a pink-satin and cream-lace setting. She had lost her interest in Trudy Trudy no longer amused or frightened her.
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