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"But it's just because I don't know, I don't want to Laura, I should just die," she exclaimed with abrupt irrelevance, "and besides, how would that help any?" she added. "Well, we're just going to miss it all," declared Laura decisively. There were actual tears in her eyes. "And I had looked forward to it so." "Well," hazarded Aunt Wess', "you girls can do just as you please.
Then, as an ultimate disaster, she declared that she herself looked "Dutchy." There was no style, no smartness to her dress; her hair was arranged unbecomingly; she was growing thin, peaked. In a word, she looked "Dutchy." All at once she flung off her roses and dropped into a chair. "I will not go down to-night," she cried. "You and Aunt Wess' must make out to receive Mr. Jadwin.
Then all fell silent again. Even the shuffling of the janitor ceased for an instant. "Isn't it still?" murmured Aunt Wess', her head in the air. "I wonder if that was them. I heard a door slam. They tell me that the rector has been married three times." Mr. Cressler and young Miss Gretry appeared. "Laura will be over soon," whispered Mr. Cressler. "Carrie is with her.
"They would come in here; they wouldn't wait outside not on such a cold night as this. Don't you think so, Aunt Wess'?" But Mrs. Wessels, a lean, middle-aged little lady, with a flat, pointed nose, had no suggestions to offer.
Write me about this as soon as you can. I know you'll be willing, and Aunt Wess, said she'd agree to whatever rent you suggested. "'We went to call on Mrs. Cressler day before yesterday. She will probably stay here now always. She says the very sight of the old neighbourhoods in Chicago would be more than she could bear. Poor Mrs. Cressler!
"Oh, bless you, Carrie," said Aunt Wess'; "I couldn't think of tea. My back is just about broken, and I'm going straight to my bed." Mrs. Cressler showed them to their rooms. Wessels elected to sleep together, and once the door had closed upon them the little girl unburdened herself.
Wess and I used to work things so as to make Louisville at the same time he going up, I going down, and then turn about and we always had a glorious night of it, with one or two other lively boys that we'd pick up.
From the other end of the room came the clamorous exhortations of Monsieur Gerardy. Mrs. Cressler and the Gretry girl watched the progress of the rehearsal attentively from the doorway of the dining-room. Aunt Wess' and Mr. Cressler were discussing psychic research and seances, on the sofa on the other side of the room. After a while Laura spoke.
"Nonsense, Aunt Wess'," answered Laura, good-naturedly. "We'll work it out all right. I know what's the matter with that range. I'll be right down and see to it so soon as I'm dressed." It was nearly ten o'clock before breakfast, such as it was, was over.
Aunt Wess', herself a widow, living also in Chicago, added her entreaties to Mrs. Cressler's. All things seemed to point her westward, all things seemed to indicate that one phase of her life was ended. Then, too, she had her ambitions.
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