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"Can you trace it to any cause?" "Not certainly." "To cold?" "No, ma'am." "Fatigue?" "More that than anything else, I think." "And you didn't eat any breakfast this morning?" "I drank a cup of coffee." "But took no solid food?" "I couldn't have swallowed it, ma'am." "And it's now twelve o'clock," said Mrs. Wykoff; drawing out her watch. "Mary! Mary! This will not do.
"Very well. Tell her to report herself bright and early on that day. I shall be all ready for her." "Hadn't you better see her, while you are here?" asked Mrs. Wykoff. "Oh, no. Not at all necessary. It will be time enough on Monday. Your endorsement of her is all-sufficient." Mrs. Lowe, who had only been making a formal call, now arose, and with a courteous good morning, retired.
The way in which Mrs. Wykoff was presenting the case of Miss Carson on that stormy morning, did not reflect very creditably upon her; and the thought "How would this sound, if told of me?" did not leave her in the most comfortable frame of mind. "I hope she's not sick. I'm sure the thought of her being wet never crossed my mind. Why didn't she speak of it herself?
It is little better than suicide for one in your state of health." Mrs. Wykoff retired, and the seamstress went on with her work. At the usual hour, Mary Carson appeared on the next morning. Living at some distance from Mrs. Wykoff's, she did not come until after breakfast.
And the next day passed in the same way; not an hour, not a moment could she get for privacy or uninterrupted self-communion. At last she determined to write to Laura Wykoff, to which, of course, her mother could make no objection. But she dared not mention the name of Theodore, or allude to her present restrained condition, except remotely, for fear that her mother would ask to see the letter.
Wykoff did not inspire her seamstress with any purpose to act in the line of her suggestions. Her organization was of too sensitive a character to accept the shocks and repulses that she knew would attend, in some quarters, any such intrusion of her individual wants. Even with all the risks upon her, she preferred to suffer whatever might come, rather than ask for consideration.
Lowe, the visitor. "Do you think so? In what respect?" "If she were in a different sphere of life, I would say that she had the style of a lady." "She's a true, good girl," answered Mrs. Wykoff, "and I feel much interested in her. A few years ago her father was in excellent circumstances." "Ah!" With a slight manifestation of interest. "Yes, and she's been well educated."
During the two or three days that she remained with Mrs. Wykoff, that excellent lady watched her, and ministered to her actual wants, with all the tender solicitude of a mother; and when she left, tried to impress upon her mind the duty of asking, wherever she might be, for such consideration as her health required.
Was there fire in the room where she worked?" "Fire! No. We don't have grates or stoves in any of our rooms." "Oh; then there was a fire in the heater?" "We never make fire in the heater before November," answered Mrs. Lowe, with the manner of one who felt annoyed. Mrs. Wykoff mused for some moments.
Your stockings would have been wet half way to the knees, and your skirts also." There was a growing excitement about Mrs. Wykoff, united with an air of so much seriousness, that Mrs. Lowe began to feel a pressure of alarm. Selfish, cold-hearted and indifferent to all in a social grade beneath her, this lady was not quite ready to stand up in the world's face as one without common humanity.
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