Sarah had ample time to work and think, for David was gone a week
instead of three days. Every morning she arose with certain plans in her
mind, and every night she lay down to sleep, calmly satisfied because
she had carried these plans to a successful completion. The forenoons
were spent in a careful superintendence of household affairs, and Nelly
and Bertha were made to feel the authority of a mistress whose ideas of
cleanliness and order were beyond any they had ever known. In the
afternoon she put on her brown suit and went out to walk, or to call on
the friendly people whose cards lay in the silver tray on her center
table. Her air at such times was one of grave determination, and even
David never knew with what fear and trembling and heart-sinking these
first social duties were performed. She was a pleasant-faced,
wholesome-looking woman; her dark, abundant hair was somewhat coarse,
but it waved naturally, and she arranged it well; her skin was not fine,
but it had a clear, healthy color, and her form was erect, in spite of
years of drudgery. Each day a careful observer might have found some
slight improvement in her dress and manner. Hitherto the putting on of
clothes had been to Sarah merely a part of her day's work, something to
be done with the utmost speed; but now she was learning to make a
toilette, varying the arrangement of her hair and observing the fit of
her garments and the effect of different colors. Her taste in clothes
happened to be good, and the fine simplicity of her suit and hat offset
the plainness of her manner and her evident embarrassment over the
difficult function of making calls.
"I like her," said Mrs. Emerson, the minister's wife, to Mrs. Morris,
the banker's wife. "She is what you call a plain woman, and they're
unmistakably 'new rich', but the newspaper paragrapher will never have
anything on her. She's absolutely without pretense, and she has a world
of common sense. I'm glad she's consented to join our club, for we need
just such a woman in this legislative work we're undertaking."
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