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Mrs. Jackson glanced furtively over her shoulder and observed that Mrs. Symes was still standing on the veranda. "If I come upon her face to face, but I don't go out of my way a-tall," she added in unconscious imitation of Mrs. Symes's newly-acquired languor of speech. "One rully can't afford to after her bein' so indiscreet and all." "Rotten, I says" declared Mrs. Tutts tersely.
"Gussie has improved wonderful," replied Mrs. Jackson pacifically. "Improved! If you call goin' around passin' of them up that she's knowed well 'improved' why then she has improved wonderful. Snip!" "I don't think she really aimed to pass you up." "I wasn't thinkin' of myself," replied Mrs. Tutts hotly, "I was thinking of Essie Tisdale.
Abe Tutts, who, he had learned, was second cousin to a railroad president, was thrown into a state of emotional intoxication by receiving the first printed invitation of her life. Besides, Mrs. Tutts had turned her talents churchward and now ruled the church choir with an iron hand.
Chill cross-draughts whistled in from cracks too numerous to be stopped up, and the miserable Van Kamps could only cough and shiver, and envy the Tutts and the driver, non-combatants who had been fed two hours before. Up in the second floor suite there was a roaring fire in the big fireplace, but there was a chill in the room that no mere fire could drive away the chill of absolute emptiness.
Tutts showed her public spirit by rehearsing Crowheart's talented amateurs in an emergency performance of the "Lady of Lyons" for the strangers' evening entertainment. Every available vehicle was engaged by Symes to convey the excursionists to the project and a committee chosen to meet them on the cinders at the station, himself to greet them in a few neat words.
Terriberry himself gave distinction to the gathering by appearing in a dinner jacket, borrowed from the tailor, and his pearl gray wedding trousers, preserved sentimentally by Mrs. Terriberry. Mr. Abe Tutts, in a frock coat of minstrel-like cut and plum-colored trousers of shiny diagonal cloth, claimed his share of public attention. For the sake of that peace which he had come to prize highly, Mr.
"It's the new style to leave your callin' card whether they're to home or not," explained Mrs. Jackson, hazarding a guess. Mrs. Jackson's air of familiarity with social mysteries was most exasperating to Mrs. Tutts. "What's the sense of that? Lemme see it." Mrs. Tutts read laboriously and with unmitigated scorn: MRS. ANDREW PHIDIAS SYMES At Home Thursday 2-4
Tutts had consented to make a "dude" of himself. Mr. Percy Parrott appeared once more in the dinner clothes which upon a previous occasion had given Crowheart its first sight of the habiliment of polite society. If their exceeding snugness had caused him discomfiture then his present sensations were nothing less than anguish.
Tutts eyed Mrs. Jackson with unfriendly eyes. It seemed very plain to her that her neighbor was trying to "put it over her." The temptation against which she struggled was too strong and she inquired pointedly while she discreetly arose to go "Business cards, Mis' Jackson some you had left over?" Diplomacy was scattered to the four winds. "No; not business cards, Mis' Tutts! Callin' cards.
Witherspoon sweeps across the threshold." Bonnie Doon, picking up an imaginary skirt, waddled round Mr. Tutt and approached the couch. Suddenly he started back. "Oh, la, la!" he half shrieked, dancing about. "There is a man in the bed!" Both Tutts stared hard at the couch as if fully expecting to see the form of Weary Willy thereon. Bonnie Doon had a way of making things appear very vivid.
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