Bobbie, General Manager: A NovelProuty, Olive Higgins
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Bobbie, General Manager: A Novel
Prouty, Olive Higgins
Families -- Fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
"I found them sitting on a bench in the waiting-room. They weren't
speaking. She had been crying. Oliver was glum and very silent. I think
he was feeling awfully sorry that he had married her--I do really--and
I don't know whether I felt sorrier for him or for her. So right then
and there I decided to bring them home with me. We _must_ do something,
Will. We _must_. I finally wormed it out of Oliver that he was down to
his very last one hundred dollars and not a single thing in sight. I
know as well as you that Madge is a difficult proposition, but we've
got to have her for a sister-in-law whether we like it or not. I know
that our reputations are all tangled up in this thing, but a snarl will
never get untangled unless somebody begins to pick it apart. Will, I'm
so glad that you have got a mind that is concerned with the ailments
of guinea-pigs rather than society and what people think. For you see,
dear, I've told Oliver that he and Madge shall stay right here with us
until something turns up for Oliver to do."
"But, Bobbie, my dear girl," said Will, "have you forgotten that for
Commencement week we have invited Dr. Merrill, who is to receive an
honorary degree, and his wife to be our guests?"
"No, Will dear, I haven't forgotten it, nor that I was giving my first
really-truly little dinner next Wednesday; but I know that Oliver is
my own brother and that I've simply got to stand by him and see him
through."
Three days later I received a scathing letter from Edith:
"I suppose that you are posing as the Good Samaritan. We all think you
acted very unwisely and not at all for Oliver's best good. You may be
interested to know that the doctor says he wouldn't have allowed me
to keep the girl here for one minute. I am still in bed, as it is,
from the bad effects of the shock of the whole affair. I made Alec
write something for the paper yesterday, denying the report that we
were entertaining the couple here. On the contrary I have let it be
known that I do not intend to recognise the new Mrs. Vars at all. It
is the only safe policy. If you want to know _my_ opinion, _I_ think
you are extremely foolish to have taken that girl into your house for
one night even. You'll simply kill yourself socially. Remember you're
a new member in the circle in which you are moving and will be known
and judged by the friends and connections you have. It's a shame when
you've just got started on the right path to ruin your chances, and
Will's too. However, it's your affair. Do as you please."
"Oh, thanks," I said and stuffed the charming epistle into the kitchen
stove.
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