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Updated: May 31, 2025
A crop of bills have come in during the last few days to make matters worse, and I will have to talk things over with Bridgie to-night. I hate to worry her, but there must be some system, or we shall find ourselves in the workhouse some fine day. And now there is the child to think of. She will be an extra expense!"
"She's the quaintest-looking little creature that ever you set eyes on, with the dearest, funniest face! Father used to call her the ugliest child in Galway. He was so proud of her, bless him!" Bridgie sighed pensively, and Sylvia stared at her with curious eyes.
Instead she murmured a few non- committal phrases, and gave the conversation a less personal tone, by inquiring after the various friends at home Miss Munns, Bridgie, Pixie and the boys, and Jack answered in his usual breezy fashion, relating little incidents which made Sylvia smile with the old happy sense of friendship, repeating loving speeches, which brought the grateful tears to her eyes.
They'd think it a pleasure!" pleaded innocent Bridgie, all unconscious of the fatal nature of her argument, and Esmeralda frowned again and said impatiently "She'd much better stay at home. Crowded rooms are no place for people who need such care." "No, but that is all the more reason why she should get what enjoyment she can.
She lives with an old aunt." "Exactly! A pleasant girl in a London suburb!" Esmeralda's voice was full of ineffable condescension. "There are thousands of them, and no doubt they are charming in their way, but not for Jack. He owes a duty to the family as well as himself, and you ought to tell him as much. You really ought, Bridgie! Speak to him at once, before it goes too far!"
And with this philosophic reflection he stuck the pipe back in the corner of his mouth and resigned himself to the inevitable. "Pixie darling," said Bridgie nervously, "I think we must go back to the house. It's time very nearly time that you were getting ready. Father is going to drive you over in the cart, and he won't like to be kept waiting." "Aren't you coming too?" queried Pixie eagerly.
Bridgie lay back in a deep, old-fashioned chair, a slight, almost childlike figure, her hands clasped in her lap, her shoulders bowed as by too heavy a burden the burden of all those five motherless, it might soon be fatherless? children. Esmeralda, straight and defiant by the fireplace, her stormy eyes challenging his face. "I I there is very little to say!"
She was petted and fussed over to her heart's content for the rest of the evening, and the story of her various efforts to retrieve the family fortunes was heard with breathless attention. She wondered why the listening faces wore such tender, pitiful expressions, why lazy Pat flushed, and Bridgie went over to her desk and spent a whole half-hour sorting out her bills.
Bridgie had written the sweetest of sympathetic letters, but sorry though she might be, the force of circumstances kept the two girls so far apart, that what had been the saddest time in her friend's life had seen the climax of her own gaiety.
As for Bridgie, her face brightened with relief, and she smiled upon her younger brother with grateful affection. "That's right, Miles; never mind what they say! You are the greatest comfort I have. Some people are so saucy there is no pleasing them. You and I will enjoy it, if no one else will."
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