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"I'll have to check it off each month. If I may do the ordering and keep all the accounts I can show you exactly in a month, or two at most." "How about the servants?" asked Mrs. Weatherstone. There was much to say here, questions of competence, of impertinence, of personal excellence with "incompatibility of temper."
It was a light gasolene motor wagon, the body built like those old-fashioned moving wagons which were also used for excursions, wherein the floor of the vehicle was rather narrow, and set low, and the seats ran lengthwise, widening out over the wheels; only here the wheels were lower, and in the space under the seats ran a row of lockers opening outside. Mrs. Weatherstone smiled triumphantly.
"Well, you might be able to run that on the side," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "And you could train my girls, get in new ones if you like; it doesn't seem to me it would conflict. But to speak to you quite frankly, Miss Bell, I want you in the house for my own sake. You do me good." They discussed the matter for some time, Diantha objecting mainly to the suddenness of it all.
She had lived under a good deal of strain for many months now, and this sudden opening out of her plans was a heavenly help indeed. Mrs. Weatherstone went around the table and sat by her. "Child," said she, "you don't begin to realize what you've done for me and for Isobel and for ever so many in this town, and all over the world. And besides, don't you think anybody else can see your dream?
Won't you start the victrolla?" Matthew wouldn't. He was going out; went out with the word. Madam Weatherstone didn't wish to hear it had a headache must go to her room went to her room forthwith. There was a tension in the atmosphere that would have wrung tears from Viva Weatherstone a week ago, yes, twenty-four hours ago.
She was always cheered by Mrs. Weatherstone's letters; and Mrs. Porne came to see her, and to compare notes over their friend's success. For Mrs. Weatherstone had been presented at Court at more than one court, in fact; and Mrs. Weatherstone had been proposed to by a Duke and had refused him! Orchardina well-nigh swooned when this was known.
"She's not Belle, bless you she's 'Miss Bell. It's her last name." Mrs. Weatherstone smiled her faint smile. "Well why not? Like a seamstress, I suppose." "Exactly." That's what she said. "If this labor was as important as that of seamstress or governess why not the same courtesy Oh she's a most superior and opinionated young person, I can see that." "I like her looks," admitted Mrs.
I wish to speak to this motion." "Won't you come to the platform, Mrs. Weatherstone?" asked Mrs. Dankshire graciously, and the little lady came, visibly trembling, but holding her head high. All sat silent, all expected what was not forthcoming. "I wish to protest, as a member of the Club, and as a woman, against the gross discourtesy which has been offered to the guest and speaker of the day.
"Oh, I'll feel differently in time, perhaps!" said her visitor. "Maybe if you took hold of the house if you ran things yourself," ventured Mrs. Porne. Mrs. Weatherstone laughed. "And turn out the old lady? You don't know her.
Thaddler went home disappointed in the real object of his call he had hoped to see the Dangerous Experiment again. But his wife was well pleased. "They will rue it!" she announced. "Madam Weatherstone is ashamed of her daughter-in-law I can see that! She looks cool enough. I don't know what's got into her!" "Some of that young woman's good cooking," her husband suggested.
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