City and town life -- Fiction; Gossip -- Fiction; Virginia -- Fiction
"Is hard to beat. Just tell you friend we thank him hearty, or her
if it's a her. When love and money married get, their children will
be great, you bet." Mrs. McDougal threw back her head, and her hearty
laugh was joined in by none more heartily than Miss Gibbie, who used
the opportunity to put her handkerchief to her nose and keep it there
awhile. "Bless my soul, if I ain't made a rhyme! Thirty-seven and never
did it before! Luck and accidents come to all, my grandmother used to
say, and when I speaks poetry on the spot it's both together. I'm real
proud of myself, that I am! That's all right, Miss Mary; don't you try
to say nothin'. We understand you, and we just want you to understand
us." She pulled her by the sleeve. "There's Miss Hedwig standin' in the
door lookin' at you. Goodness gracious! If she ain't gone and set a
spread on the dining-room table, and me ready to cut the cake this
minute! Looks like we're goin' to have a party, after all. Miss Mary,
you blow out this candle, and I'll light it again when we get in the
dining-room." She dropped her voice. "Here, get behind me and wipe your
eyes if you want to. Got a handkerchief? Ain't our eyes funny? Trickle
when there ain't a bit of sense in it. Are you through?" She lifted the
cake triumphantly. "My! but I'm glad I'm livin'! If there's anything I
do love in life 'tis a party, and I ain't been to one since I married
McDougal, and that's more'n nineteen years ago!"
Chapter XX
A SUDDEN CHANGE
Dull gray skies, a sobbing wind, and rain falling in monotonous
regularity greeted the day following the testimony party. The
contrast in temperature and condition was not cheerful, and as Mary
Cary stood upon the porch looking down the road which led to Yorkburg
she shivered in the damp, cold air, then breathed deeply that her
lungs might have their bath.
"It's between the twenty-four hours that all the changes in life
come, I suppose, but a change like this makes yesterday seem ages ago.
Was it really /yesterday/ Peggy and I ran like the King of France
down hill and up again? and just last night we had that dear, queer,
precious party?"
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