Here, with a haughty toss of her head, Aunt Charlotte turned away and
began talking in a low tone to Herbert, he being the only one who, she
seemed to think, was at all worth noticing. It is strange how much
constraint one person can sometimes throw over a room full. On this
occasion, had an ogress suddenly alighted in our midst, we could not
have been more silent or less at ease than we were with that Boston
lady, sitting there so starched and stiff, her fat hands folded one over
the other, and the tips of her satin gaiters just visible from beneath
the ample folds of her rich silk dress. Even Uncle Joseph, whose genial
nature usually shed so much sunlight over our circle, was grave and
reserved, rarely venturing a remark, or, if he did, glancing at his wife
to see if she approved it. Uncle Jason, who painfully felt his own
awkwardness, sat tipped back in his chair against the wall, with his
feet on the rounds, while his fingers kept time to a tune, which he was
evidently whistling to himself. Glad were we all when finally called to
dinner, the savory smell of which had long been whetting our appetites.
“What! dinner so soon?” said Aunt Charlotte, consulting her gold watch,
which pointed to half-past two. “I don’t believe I can force down a
mouthful.”
But, spite of her belief, she _did_ manage to make way with the contents
of her well-filled plate, which was passed back a second time to be
replenished. So eager were we all to serve her that we partially forgot
Aunt Betsey, who, after waiting awhile for a potato, at last arose, and
reaching half-way across the table, secured one for herself; saying, by
way of apology, that “she believed in looking out for Number One, for if
she didn’t nobody else would.”
So incensed was she with what she termed our neglect, that the moment
dinner was over she insisted upon going home, saying, as she bade us
good-bye, that “when she went again where she wasn’t wanted, she gussed
she should know it;” and adding, while two big tears dropped from the
end of her nose, that “she never s’posed she should be so misused by
folks that she’d done so much for.”
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