Girls -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction
She sat by the window some time, then went to bed; but though the sound
of the rain was soothing, she could not get to sleep. It came to her
that it was very thoughtful of Uncle John to wish to send her to visit
Elsie; and how she would have liked to go if it didn't entail leaving
the library and all the fascinating round of her daily life, and
leaving him to his wife's cold comfort. How she would like to see
Elsie Moss at this moment, to confide her troubles and her happiness to
that sympathetic ear. If they could talk together, she could make the
other understand that even with Mrs. Middleton as a drawback, she was
more content, happier, than she had ever been before. And she couldn't
help feeling that she was useful, too, in a measure--that she would be
missed if she were to go to New York.
Still she could not sleep, and presently she found herself puzzling
over a problem that had been growing upon her and now bulked big. The
truth was that already the weight of the top-heavy household had fallen
upon the girl's shoulders. Utterly unprepared and ignorant, she had
been thrust into a tangled labyrinth of domestic affairs. The more
familiar she had become with the internal working of the household, the
more was she baffled and daunted. And presently it seemed to her
youthful inexperience as if it stood upon the brink of ruin.
Though the minister was unaware that the bills were not paid promptly
at the beginning of each month, Mrs. Middleton owed practically every
establishment in the place accounts that dated far back. At this time
the small sums she could pay on account when her funds came in were
insufficient to satisfy any one, and one and another began to threaten
Kate with going to Mr. Middleton and demanding a settlement. They
declared it wasn't respectable for him to be giving away so much money
when he owed probably more than a year's salary.
Kate's only recourse was to her mistress, who would be temporarily
depressed, now and then to the point of tears. But shortly she either
forgot all about it or postponed consideration until another month; and
meantime she never parted with her last penny: she always kept enough
on hand for an ample supply of novels, chocolate drops, and
headache-powders, the latter being especially expensive, according to
Kate.
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