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Whipp had excuse for staring as the young girl came into view. Short wisps of golden hair waved about her face.
"I can't leave the house without somebody stopping me and asking me about it, and I'll have to order the telephone taken out if this goes on. I can hardly bear to answer it any more. I called on Miss Melody, but she had gone to town, and that hopeless Mrs. Whipp babbled about your attentions. I don't want you to break the apple blossoms anyway." "All right, honey, I won't.
"I don't see anything so wonderful in that stuck-up woman givin' the girl a job o' sewin'," returned Mrs. Whipp, blowing her nose. "When will Gerrie come back? How we'll miss her!" "I think," said Miss Upton, impressively "I think it is very safe to say Never!" "Why, what do you mean!" "I mean Mrs. Barry ain't goin' to let that girl stand behind my counter this summer."
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.
"Nobody thinks of such a thing in that beautiful sun-soaked place," returned Miss Upton. "Sun-stroke did you say?" asked Mrs. Whipp, looking up quickly. "No." Miss Mehitable indulged in one frank laugh. "Sun-soaked." "Sounds more like water-logged to me from your description," said the other sourly, returning to her dinner. "I don't see why you go there." "For two reasons.
Whipp called her by her first name. I heard her myself." On the whole, Geraldine had scored, and really, although she was at peace with the whole world, the fact of Mrs. Barry's approval dwarfed every other opinion and event; for it meant that no longer need she set up a mental warning and barrier against thoughts of her lover.
Miss Mehitable gave a sudden, sly laugh. "I wasn't goin' to let her anyway," she added, in a low tone as if the walls might have ears, "but Mrs. Barry don't know that, and I'm glad she don't." Miss Upton sat down and laughed and rocked, and rocked and laughed until Mrs. Whipp began to worry. "Thumbscrews," said Miss Mehitable, between each burst, "thumbscrews!"
"You ain't a lawyer, Charlotte Whipp." "Neither is that young whipper-snapper," rejoined the widow, "but then of course he's a Barry." "You do try my patience dreadfully, Charlotte," declared Miss Mehitable, her plump cheeks scarlet. "If you didn't know when you came here that Mrs. Barry is one o' the best friends I've got in the world, I'll tell you so now.
"My son was here, then, before he went away on his his little trip." "Yes," replied Mrs. Whipp, appearing to perceive Dan Cupid over her visitor's shoulder. "He come in to bring the apple blossoms and ask how Geraldine was, and that night sech a box o' candy as he sent her! You'd ought to 'a' seen it, Mis' Barry. P'r'aps you did see it." Charlotte met the lady's steady eyes eagerly.
"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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