Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
"He merely telegraphs that he thinks it would be wise for us to come
home on the first train," said Nancy Ellen. "For all I can make of
that, the elopement might quite as well be in your family as mine."
Kate held out her hand, Nancy Ellen laid the message in it. Kate
studied it carefully; then she raised steady eyes to her sister's face.
"Do you know what I should do about this?" she asked.
"Catch the first train, of course," she said.
"Far be it from me," said Kate. "I should at once telegraph him that
his message was not clear, to kindly particularize. We've only got
settled. We're having a fine time; especially right now. Why should we
pack up and go home? I can't think of any possibility that could arise
that would make it necessary for him to send for us. Can you?"
"I can think of two things," said Nancy Ellen. "I can think of a very
pretty, confiding, little cat of a woman, who is desperately infatuated
with my husband; and I can think of two children fathered by George
Holt, who might possibly, just possibly, have enough of his blood in
their veins to be like him, given opportunity. Alone for a week, there
is barely a FAINT possibility that YOU might be needed. Alone for the
same week, there is the faintest possibility that ROBERT is in a
situation where I could help him."
Kate drew a deep breath.
"Isn't life the most amusing thing?" she asked. "I had almost
forgotten my wings. I guess we'd better take them, and fly straight
home."
She arose and called the office to learn about trains, and then began
packing her trunk. As she folded her dresses and stuffed them in
rather carelessly she said: "I don't know why I got it into my head
that I could go away and have a few days of a good time without
something happening at home."
"But you are not sure anything has happened at home. This call may be
for me," said Nancy Ellen.
"It MAY, but this is July," said Kate. "I've been thinking hard and
fast. It's probable I can put my finger on the spot."
Nancy Ellen paused and standing erect she looked questioningly at Kate.
"The weak link in my chain at the present minute is Polly," said Kate.
"I didn't pay much attention at the time, because there wasn't enough
of it really to attract attention; but since I think, I can recall
signs of growing discontent in Polly, lately. She fussed about the
work, and resented being left in the house while I went to the fields,
and she had begun looking up the road to Peters' so much that her head
was slightly turned toward the north most of the time. With me away--"
"What do you think?" demanded Nancy Ellen.
"Think very likely she has decided that she'll sacrifice her chance for
more schooling and to teach, for the sake of marrying a big, green
country boy named Hank Peters," said Kate.
"Thereby keeping in her own class," suggested Nancy Ellen.
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