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"And tea for you in the library," Ellie said in an aside, receiving the baby into her arms with a rapturous look. "Tea, doesn't tea sound good!" Julia caught Miss Toland by the hand. "Come and have some tea, Aunt Sanna!" said she. "I'm starving!" They were loitering over their teacups half an hour later when Lizzie came into the library with a special delivery letter. "For me?"
Julia gave him a grave smile, and let him follow her into the settlement house. But Mark did not get his kiss, for Miss Toland was there, and a group of eager club girls who had something to arrange for a meeting the following night.
Jim went home to tell his own people that night, and the very next morning Julia, surprised and smiling, took in at the door a trim little package that proved to be a blue-and-white Copenhagen teacup, with a card that bore only the words "Miss Barbara Lowe Toland." Julia twisted it in her fingers with a curious little thrill at the heart.
Just at present she was availing herself of her brother's hospitality because she had no assistant at all at the "Alexander," and was afraid to stay in its very unsavoury environment alone. She loved Barbara dearly, but she was usually perverse with her sister-in-law. "You may say what you like about notions in my head," Mrs. Toland answered with a wise little nod.
"And what about you, Sue?" asked Billy, as they were walking home that afternoon. "I'm going to New York, Bill," she answered. And, with a memory of the times she had told him that before, she turned to him a sudden smile. " But I mean it this time!" said Susan cheerfully. "I went to see Miss Toland, of the Alexander Toland Settlement House, a few weeks ago, about working there.
They sauntered along the wide passage to the Turkish Room, and just before they reached it a young woman came toward them, a slender, erect person, under whose neatly buttoned long coat showed the crisp hem of a blue linen dress. Julia bowed briefly to the mother and daughter, but her eyes were only for Miss Toland.
"Suppose you run out and see Elinor in the cloakroom? Mother's so sorry she " "No, I couldn't do that," Barbara answered moodily. "It would have been all right to have it just seem to happen No, it doesn't make any difference, Mother. Please PLEASE don't bother about it." "I'm sure Elinor didn't see you," Mrs. Toland continued.
Do you, Jim?" Richie merely flung up his head and set his lips. Jim put one arm around her. "He's pretty ill, dear," he said gently, and Julia found his smooth tenderness infinitely less bearable than Richie's bluntness. "Why, but what are you talking about what do you mean I don't know what you mean!" Mrs. Toland said bewilderedly.
"You see, they're simply making a MESS of it!" "I have to go, anyway," said Jim. "Oh?" Julia turned surprised eyes toward him, and said the one thing she meant to avoid. "But Mrs. Toland and Miss Barbara are coming," she submitted. "And what of it?" Jim said meaningly. It was his turn to say the awkward thing. "How are the nerves these days?" he asked quickly. Colour flooded Julia's face.
Miss Toland said nothing of the visitor when Julia came back, but she knew the girl was troubled, and lay awake a long time herself that night, conscious that Julia, in the next room, was restless and wakeful. Besides a certain troubled consciousness of her failure to please her own people, Julia had in these years a more definite source of worry.
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