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"Papa, Bibbs is the youngest one's name, and Bibbs to the best of our information is a lunatic. Roscoe is married. Papa, does it have to be Jim?" "Mary!" Mrs. Vertrees cried, sharply. "You're outrageous! That's a perfectly horrible way of talking!" "Well, I'm close to twenty-four," said Mary, turning to her.
"Those people were so hard up that this Miss Vertrees started after Bibbs before they knew whether he was INSANE or not! They'd got a notion he might be, from his being in a sanitarium, and Mrs. Vertrees ASKED me if he was insane, the very first day Bibbs took the daughter out auto-riding!" She paused a moment, looking at Mrs. Sheridan, but listening intently.
I don't suppose OUR neighbors are paying much attention just now, though I hear Sheridan was back in his office early the morning after the funeral." Mrs. Vertrees made a little sound of commiseration. "I don't believe that was because he wasn't suffering, though. I'm sure it was only because he felt his business was so important.
But for Mary Vertrees, here was a grotesque setting she was a vivid, living creature of a beautiful world. And a graveyard is not the place for people to look charming. She also looked startled and confused, but not more startled and confused than Bibbs.
"Yes," he said, and stepped out upon the porch, "that was it. Good night, Sibyl." "Wait!" she said, following him across the threshold. "How did that happen? I thought you were going to wait while those men filled the the " She paused, but moved nearer him insistently. "I did wait. Miss Vertrees was there," he said, reluctantly.
Sheridan, though his youth was of the same epoch, knew nothing of such matters. He had been chopping wood for the morning fire in the country grocery while they were still dancing. It was after one o'clock when Mrs. Vertrees heard steps and the delicate clinking of the key in the lock, and then, with the opening of the door, Mary's laugh, and "Yes if you aren't afraid to-morrow!"
"And I got along so fast " She broke off to laugh; continuing then, "But that's the way I went at it, of course. We ARE in a hurry, aren't we?" "I don't know what you mean," Mrs. Vertrees insisted, shaking her head plaintively. "Yes," said Mary, "I'm going out in his car with him to-morrow afternoon, and to the theater the next night but I stopped it there.
Mrs. Vertrees descended the steps and walked toward the street with Sibyl. "It's quite balmy for so late in November, isn't it? Almost like a May evening." "I'm afraid Miss Vertrees will miss her piano," said Sibyl, watching the instrument disappear into the big van at the curb. "She plays wonderfully, Mrs. Kittersby tells me." "Yes, she plays very well.
I made him understand that," said Edith, demurely, "and he's promised to try and meet Mr. Vertrees and be nice to him. It's just this way: if we don't know THEM, it's practically no use in our having build the New House; and if we DO know them and they're decent to us, we're right with the right people. They can do the whole thing for us.
The "antis" worked through a hastily organized local society at Nashville, which was inspired by Judge John J. Vertrees, a prominent lawyer of that city. A Charles McLean of Iowa, who had been used by the opponents in other State suffrage campaigns, made two or three visits to Nashville during the session.
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