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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I shall be glad if Auntie will go with me." Wrayton was the county-seat, a good-sized town five miles from Mayberry. Hephzy declined the invitation. She had promised to "tea" with Mrs. Griggson that afternoon. "Then I must go alone," said Frances. "That is unless er Uncle Hosea cares to go." "Uncle Hosea" declined.
I stood it as long as I could, then I shouted at "Pet," who was jogging on, apparently half asleep. "Whoa!" I shouted. "Pet" stopped short in the middle of the road. I hesitated. The principle of the thing "Hang the principle!" said I, aloud. Then I turned the trap around and drove back to Wrayton. The blond young man in the sporting-goods store was evidently glad to see me.
Knowles would have liked to enter. I'm so sorry." I hastened to protest. "My tennis is decidedly rusty," I said. "I shouldn't think of displaying it in public. In fact, I don't play at all now." On the way home Frances was rather quiet. The next morning she announced that she intended going to Wrayton that afternoon. "Johnson will drive me over," she said.
A London attorney by the name of Jaynes and a Wrayton divine named Wilson followed us. Their rating was one plus and, judging by the conversation of the "gallery," they were looked upon as winners of the first and second prizes respectively. The Reverend Mr. Wilson was called, behind his back, "the sporting curate." In gorgeous tweeds and a shepherd's plaid cap he looked the part.
We entered Wrayton and moved along the main street between the rows of ancient buildings, past the old stone church with its inevitable and always welcome gray, ivy-draped tower, to the quaint old square with the statue of William Pitt in its center. My companion, all at once, seemed to become aware of her surroundings. "Why!" she exclaimed, "we are here, aren't we? Fancy!
It was not hers, and some day she would know that it was not, but the town square at Wrayton was not the place in which to impart knowledge of that kind. She was so young, too, and so charming that is, she could be when she chose. And she had chosen to be so during our drive together. And I had enjoyed that drive; I had enjoyed nothing as thoroughly since our arrival in England.
If she had asked me, if she had said she desired the racket and the rest of it during the drive over, I think, feeling as I did during that drive, I should have bought them for her. But she had not asked; she had calmly bought them without consulting me at all. She had come to Wrayton for that very purpose. And then had told the clerk that I would pay. The brazen presumption of it!
"What do you mean?" she repeated. "What is it you cannot countenance or" scornfully "permit concerning me?" "I well, I cannot permit you to do as you have done to-day. You did not tell your aunt or me your purpose in coming to Wrayton. You did not tell us you were coming here to buy to buy various things for yourself." "Why should I tell you? They were for myself.
Once, when I spoke of our drive to Wrayton, she began a reply, stopped in the middle of a sentence, and then left the room. Hephzy hastened after her. She returned alone. "She was cryin', Hosy," she said. "She said she wasn't, but she was. The poor thing! she's unhappy and I know it; she's miserable.
From that day the day of our drive to Wrayton on through those wonderful summer days in which she and Hephzy and I were together at the rectory, not once did I attempt to remonstrate with my "niece" concerning her presumption in inflicting her presence upon us or in spending her money, as she thought it our money as I knew it to be as she saw fit.
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