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I move you, Madam President, that a resolution of condemnation be passed at once; and the meeting then dismissed!" She stalked back again, while Mrs. Marrow of Boston, in clear, cold tones seconded the motion. But another voice was heard for the first time in that assembly Mrs. Weatherstone, the pretty, delicate widower daughter-in-law of Madam Weatherstone, was on her feet with "Madam President!
"It is both foolish and wicked!" said Madam Weatherstone to her daughter-in-law, "Exposing a group of silly girls to such danger and temptations! I understand there is singing and laughing going on at that house until half-past ten at night." "Yes, there is," Viva admitted. "Mrs. James insists that they shall all be in bed at eleven which is very wise.
Weatherstone's suggestion. That lady pushed the plans away from her, and went to the many cushioned lounge in the wide west window, where she sat so long silent that Isabel followed at last and took her hand. "Did you love him so much?" she asked softly. "Who?" was the surprising answer. "Why Mr. Weatherstone," said Mrs. Porne. "No not very much. But he was something." Isabel was puzzled.
It's a little hard at first having him so near. But I am young and strong and have a great deal to do I shall do it." And then Mrs. Weatherstone would tell her all she knew of the intense satisfaction of the people she served, and pleasant stories about the girls. She bought her books to read and such gleanings as she found in foreign magazines on the subject of organized house-service.
"She isn't doing a thing more than most girls do she's only a little fool. And he's not doing anything I can complain of yet." But she worried over it a good deal, and Mrs. Weatherstone noticed it. "Doesn't your pet club house go well, 'Miss Bell? You seem troubled about something." "I am," Diantha admitted. "I believe I'll have to tell you about it but I hate to.
"She said that if I didn't mind she'd give it a superficial general cleaning today and be more thorough later!" Mrs. Weatherstone looked about her with a rather languid interest. "I'm very glad for you, Belle, dear but what an endless nuisance it all is don't you think so?" "Nuisance! It's slow death! to me at least," Mrs. Porne answered. "But I don't see why you should mind.
There was the Prince, sure enough a pleasant, blue-eyed young man. And there was the Count, bearing visible evidence of duels a-plenty in earlier days. And there was Diantha Bell receiving, with Mrs. Porne and Mrs. Weatherstone. All Orchardina stared. Diantha had been at the dinner that was clear.
"Nothing remarkable at all," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "Here's Astor with three big hotels on his hands why shouldn't I have one to play with? And I've got to employ somebody to manage it!" Within a year of her marriage Diantha was at the head of this pleasing Centre of Housekeeping.
Those who had not been away chattered eagerly with those who had, and both with the incoming tide of winter visitors. "That girl of Mrs. Porne's has started her housekeeping shop!" "That 'Miss Bell' has got Mrs. Weatherstone fairly infatuated with her crazy schemes." "Do you know that Bell girl has actually taken Union House? Going to make a Girl's Club of it!" "Did you ever hear of such a thing!
Weatherstone brought the august lady to the room next to Ilda's late that evening, the housekeeper in attendance. "We mustn't wake the servants," she said in an elaborate whisper. "They need sleep, poor things! But I want to consult you about these communicating doors and the locksmith is coming in the morning. you see this opens from this side." She turned the oiled key softly in the lock.
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