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"'The Sabbath was made for man," snapped Mrs. Whipp, "not man for the Sabbath, to go and hear that man talk through his nose!" "Now, Charlotte, I refused to go home to dinner with them just so's you and I could have our meal together; so don't you make me sorry." Mrs.
Whipp, who on the great day stood with the maids and watched the wedding party as it filed out over the lawn to the rosy bower of the orchard. The six bridesmaids wore pale-green and white, and, as Miss Upton viewed with satisfaction, "droopy hats." She scanned the half-dozen of Ben's men friends who supported him on the occasion and mentally noted their inferiority to her hero.
"If any discord 'twixt my friends arise Within the Borough of beloved Saint Ies, It is desyred that this my cup of love To every one a peacemaker may prove; Then am I blest, to have given a legacie So like my heart unto posteritie." A little later we read of sixpence paid "to one that did whipp the mayde that would drowne herself"; from which it is clear that the town did not encourage suicide.
I'll call for you at three," said Ben, "Blackstone under my arm. If Merry Sunshine attacks me it will be a trusty weapon. Hop into the car, Mehit, and we'll run you home." Mrs. Barry laughed. "The sermon doesn't seem to have done him any good this morning, Miss Upton. We shall be glad to take you home." The Good Fairy So again Mrs. Whipp saw her friend and employer descend from the Barry car.
"Why, Charlotte Whipp, you don't know what you're sayin'. Ben's father was a fine man. For years after he died Mrs. Barry couldn't hardly smile. Yes" Miss Upton's thoughtful manner returned "Ben's away so much I should think she'd like to have somebody, say a nice young girl with her. Of course, to folks with motors Keefe ain't much more'n a suburb to the city now, and Mrs.
The rest of us have shelters, but you can't call 'em houses." Mrs. Whipp looked up apprehensively. "Do you mean they let in the rain?" "Sometimes in storms," returned Miss Upton cheerfully, "but we run around with pans and catch it." Mrs. Whipp viewed her bread and butter gloomily, the down-drawn corner of her one-sided mouth unusually depressed. Miss Mehitable felt a wild desire to laugh.
"Can't you read, hey?" was the exasperated question, followed by an energetic effort to close the door which was foiled by the interposition of a masculine foot. "Yes, Mrs. Whipp, I learned last year. I'm awfully sorry, but I have to come in."
Whipp said they were going to take her to Keefeport with them, and somebody said they did move to-day and that she did go with them. We thought she was visiting you and I wanted to ask when we might come to call. We're all dying to meet her. You know Ben has been a sort of brother to us all, and we're simply crazy to know this girl and hear about her rescue." While this speech gushed into Mrs.
Whipp had taken upon herself the ruling of the small establishment and its mistress with all the vigor possible. Miss Upton had told her to bring with her anything she valued and the widow had twisted her thin, one-sided mouth: "There ain't a thing in that shanty I don't wish was burned except Pearl," she said. "I'll bring her if you'll let me. She's a Malty cat."
Whipp stared, but Miss Upton's eyes were twinkling so she suspected this was just one of her jokes. "I never was one to shirk," she declared curtly. "Then I can tell Nellie you want to go?" That word "want" made Charlotte writhe and was probably accountable for the extra acidity of her reply: "Yes, unless you're tongue-tied," she returned.
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