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Updated: May 7, 2025
She still used a can opener as an aide-de-camp in housekeeping and laughed at snow flurries in her low shoes and gauze-like draperies. It delighted her to have Beatrice become heavy of figure it almost gave her a hold on her, she fancied for Beatrice sighed with envy at Trudy's one hundred and ten pounds and used Trudy as an argument for eating candy.
After a moment's hesitation she went her own way. When she had lingered about the jewellery counter like a wilful yet not quite wicked child peering down at the wonderful, enchanting things which mocked her empty purse; recalling Gay's first flush of romance and devotion; her own clever, untiring methods of pushing him into the front ranks; Mary and Mary's little secret, so unsafe in Trudy's keeping; Beatrice, who did not know quite how many rings she possessed; the whole maddening and really uninteresting tangle she wondered if she could force Gay to buy her a ring.
I bought some potato salad and I have canned pineapple and sugar cookies." She dumped her work into a basket and flew round the dining room until she summoned Gaylord to join her in a meal laid out on the corner of a dingy luncheon table. The wine dulled Gay's appetite and Trudy's had been taken quite away by Beatrice's proposed visit.
Trudy's imagination pictured there a someone petulant, spoiled, and altogether irresistible in the laciest of white frocks and a leghorn hat with pink streamers, at whose feet Steve O'Valley offered some surprise gift worth months of Mary Faithful's salary while he said: "I ran away from work to play with you, Gorgeous Girl! See how you demoralize me?
The late afternoon June sunshine streamed in through the hall window and made a broad band to the stairway which was in shadow. Voices sounded in the living room. "Hugh's home!" cried Sarah, her quick eyes darting to the hall table where a man's hat and a light leather bag lay together with a woman's hat and veil. Rosemary saw the hat and veil. They were not Aunt Trudy's.
Mary asked as there came a pause. "Without any one else to marry?" Trudy's eyes were wide open in surprise. "Must you have someone waiting to pay your board bill?" "I couldn't go to work again." "I thought you worked rather hard right now." "That's different. I'm working to have a good time. And I'm a wonder; everyone says so. The clubmen are so nice to me.
I just go ahead grabbing everything I can, and when a person has to grab for someone else as well as herself it keeps them moving." "You're a crude and impossible little fool." Without warning Trudy's hand shot out, and on Gay's cheek rested a red mark for the greater part of the evening.
To Trudy's mind it was a most stupid situation; also an inexcusable one. Here was Mary, the good-looking thing who deserved a love such as Steve O'Valley's yet never dared to hope he would ever think of her twice except if she asked for a raise in salary. This Trudy knew, also.
It was discovered that Gaylord's was a most hampering name and had his parents only consulted the stars and named him Scintar who knows to what heights he might not have risen? Trudy's astral title should have been Urcia, which she now adopted, blushing deeply as she recalled the vulgar Babseley and Bubseley of former days.
For months Trudy's eyes had glittered greedily as she observed Gay's clientele with their jewelled bags, rings, brooches, watches, and what not yet she possessed not a single gem. She had often enough asked Gay for one, to which he would sneer: "What do you want with a diamond? You know I'm always on the ragged edge of failing!" "Because you gamble and drink and are a born fool," she protested.
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