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If she ain't to go this year, I must let the child know, for I expect she's lottin' on it." The silence that followed this was broken only by the purring of Pearl who had established herself upon a broad beam of sunshine which lay across the ingrain carpet. Miss Mehitable was recklessly extravagant of carpets in Mrs. Whipp's opinion. She would not allow the shutting-out of the sunlight.
"Miss Upton cal'lated to get some things from her customers and fix 'em over, but Mr. Barry, he wouldn't have it so." "Are you referring to my son?" "Yes, Miss Upton said he turned up his nose at hand-me-downs, so she had to jest brace up and git 'em new." Mrs. Whipp's eyes seemed to see far away and her expression under the protecting towel was one quite novel. Mrs. Barry cleared her throat.
Of course, after her emissary had departed Miss Upton had to face Mrs. Whipp and her injured sniffs and silent implications of maltreatment; but she sketched the story to her, eliciting the only question she dreaded. "What did you say to the girl in your letter? Did you write her to come here?" Mrs. Whipp's manner was stony. "Yes, I did," replied Miss Mehitable bravely.
Perhaps, she herself having forfeited her right to consideration there was no telling what might have happened by this time. Mrs. Whipp's smile was frightfully complacent. "Miss Upton and her went together," was the reply. "Of course, all the girl's clo'es was in the den o' that fiend she got away from, and she had to git some more." Mrs. Barry breathed freer.
What a perfect name for the most charming, graceful, exquisite human flower that ever bloomed!" Turning suddenly, the rapt speaker encountered Mrs. Whipp's twisted, acid, hungrily listening countenance. He emitted a burst of laughter and looked back at Miss Mehitable, who was wiping her eyes.
Whipp's eyes and ears were stretched to the utmost. This autocratic young upstart had broken into the house and nearly stepped on her pet. All the same, if he hadn't done so, Miss Upton would still be keeping secrets from her.
"This is our little girl, Charlotte," said Miss Mehitable; "our little girl to take care of, and who wants to take care of us. This is Mrs. Whipp, Geraldine." Charlotte blinked as the newcomer's face relaxed in her appealing smile, and she came forward and took Mrs. Whipp's hard, unexpectant hand in her soft grasp. "Such a fortunate girl I am, Mrs.
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