Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
What was the reason, Kate wondered. The Bates family never did
anything unless there was some purpose in it, what was the purpose in
this? And Nancy Ellen had not gone to Institute. She evidently had
worked constantly and hard, yet she was in much sweeter frame of mind
than usual. She must have spent almost all she had saved from her
school on new clothes. Kate could not solve the problem, so she
decided to watch and wait. She also waited for someone to say
something about her plans, but no one said a word, so after waiting all
evening Kate decided that they would ask before they learned anything
from her. She took her place as usual, and the work went on as if she
had not been away; but she was happy, even in her bewilderment.
If her father noticed the absence of the letter she had slipped from
his pocket he said nothing about it as he drew the paper and letters
forth and laid them on the table. Kate had a few bad minutes while
this was going on, she was sure he hesitated an instant and looked
closely at the letters he sorted; but when he said nothing, she
breathed deeply in relief and went on being joyous. It seemed to her
that never had the family been in such a good-natured state since Adam
had married Agatha and her three hundred acres with house, furniture,
and stock. She went on in ignorance of what had happened until after
Sunday dinner the following day. Then she had planned to visit Agatha
and Adam. It was very probable that it was because she was dressing
for this visit that Nancy Ellen decided on Kate's enlightenment, for
she could not have helped seeing that her sister was almost stunned at
times.
Kate gave her a fine opening. As she stood brushing her wealth of gold
with full-length sweeps of her arm, she was at an angle that brought
her facing the mirror before which Nancy Ellen sat training waves and
pinning up loose braids. Her hair was beautiful and she slowly smiled
at her image as she tried different effects of wave, loose curl, braids
high piled or flat. Across her bed lay a dress that was a reproduction
of one that she had worn for three years, but a glorified reproduction.
The original dress had been Nancy Ellen's first departure from the
brown and gray gingham which her mother always had purchased because it
would wear well, and when from constant washing it faded to an exact
dirt colour it had the advantage of providing a background that did not
show the dirt. Nancy Ellen had earned the money for a new dress by
raising turkeys, so when the turkeys went to town to be sold, for the
first time in her life Nancy Ellen went along to select the dress. No
one told her what kind of dress to get, because no one imagined that
she would dare buy any startling variation from what always had been
provided for her.
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