Blue Ridge Mountains -- Juvenile fiction; North Carolina -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
That teased her, as I knew it would.
“My dear Azalea,” she said in her most earnest manner, “you are a true
Knox, and these jewels and fans will become you. Wear them, not only for
your own sake, but for the credit of your family.”
I like to think of those last days we spent together. They were dreamy,
and happily-sad—different from other days altogether. Keefe was
finishing her portrait, but we would no longer let her sit to him. He
caught her expressions from day to day and made studies of them, and
touched up the portrait by himself. It was wonderful to me to see her
sparkling, wrinkled, aristocratic face, at once so worldly and so
spiritual, growing out of the canvas. Then, when she told him that he
was to make a second copy of it, that I might have one for my very own,
you can fancy my pride and satisfaction.
Well, we had fallen into the way of locking the two doors that lead from
her bedroom, so that if she should be taken with one of her old wandering
spells and should try to slip by Martha, who had a cot in the room with
her, she would be unable to get out. I slept in the little dressing room
next to her that I might be of assistance to Martha should she need me,
and several times she did, for grandmother insisted on going out to the
old place at the end of the garden. Once she had her jewel case with
her, and insisted that Jack must have the jewels, because he was going
hungry and was sleeping by the wayside, while she and all the rest of the
family lived in luxury. It took me a long time to quiet her.
But she was so well guarded that we thought no harm could possibly come
to her. But the hour came when we all failed her. I cannot bear to
think of it. No one in the house can.
It happened this way. I had gone motoring with Uncle David and Keefe.
Aunt Lorena remained at home to be near grandmother, and Martha was in
immediate charge. But Martha is old, too, and though she is most loyal,
she does not always use the best judgment. At any rate, while Aunt
Lorena was down with the cook talking over Sunday’s dinner, Grandmother
sent Martha to call her. She said she wished to consult with her at once
upon some important matter.
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