Domestic fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
"It's so nice to have you staying on until after Christmas," Niel
observed, "You've only been here one other Christmas since I can
remember."
"I'm afraid we're staying on all winter this year. Mr. Forrester thinks
we can't afford to go away. For some reason, we are extraordinarily poor
just now."
"Like everybody else," the boy commented grimly.
"Yes, like everybody else. However, it does no good to be glum about it,
does it?" She refilled the two glasses. "I always take a little sherry
at this time in the afternoon. At Colorado Springs some of my friends
take tea, like the English. But I should feel like an old woman,
drinking teal Besides, sherry is good for my throat." Niel remembered
some legend about a weak chest and occasional terrifying hemorrhages.
But that seemed doubtful, as one looked at her,--fragile, indeed, but
with such light, effervescing vitality. "Perhaps I do seem old to you,
Niel, quite old enough for tea and a cap!"
He smiled gravely. "You seem always the same to me, Mrs. Forrester."
"Yes? And how is that?"
"Lovely. Just lovely."
As she bent forward to put down her glass she patted his cheek. "Oh,
you'll do very well for Constance!" Then, seriously, "I'm glad if I do,
though. I want you to like me well enough to come to see us often this
winter. You shall come with your uncle to make a fourth at whist. Mr.
Forrester must have his whist in the evening. Do you think he is looking
any worse, Niel? It frightens me to see him getting a little uncertain.
But there, we must believe in good luck!" She took up the half-empty
glass and held it against the light.
Niel liked to see the firelight sparkle on her earrings, long pendants
of garnets and seed-pearls in the shape of fleurs-de-lys. She was the
only woman he knew who wore earrings; they hung naturally against her
thin, triangular cheeks. Captain Forrester, although he had given her
handsomer ones, liked to see her wear these, because they had been his
mother's. It gratified him to have his wife wear jewels; it meant
something to him. She never left off her beautiful rings unless she was
in the kitchen.
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