City and town life -- Fiction; Gossip -- Fiction; Virginia -- Fiction
"Of course she doesn't! Lily's soul doesn't belong to her, and
if her mother knew this boy was in love with her--well, she
mightn't kill him, but he'd be safer out of sight. Of all the
ambitious mothers I've ever seen--Do pray hurry, Miss Puss!
We'll be drenched if you don't walk faster!"
Chapter XV
BUZZIE
"Who in the world would have thought this morning it was going
to rain like this? But that's weather; you never can tell what
it's going to do. Just like women. Good gracious! Did you see
that flash of lightning?"
Mrs. Tate, sitting on Mrs. Moon's front porch, clapped her hands
to her ears and shut her eyes tight, then got up quickly. "You all
may stay out here if you want to, but I'm going in. I never did
think it was right to tempt Providence, and if there was a feather
bed in the house I'd get on it. Can't the windows be lowered, Beth,
and somebody start the pianola and turn on the lights? A
thunderstorm like this gives me such a sinking feeling in my
stomach I feel like I'm sitting on a trap-door with a broken
catch. My love! there goes another one!"
Mrs. Moon laughed and got up. "I guess we had better go
in, Mrs. Burnham, the porch is getting so wet. I hope Miss
Georganna Brickhouse and Mrs. Steele got home before the rain.
I saw them coming from Mrs. Deford's just now." She pulled the
chairs quickly forward as a sudden heavy deluge beat in almost
to the door, and called to the maid to lower the windows; then,
inside the sitting-room, took up her sewing, Mrs. Burnham taking
up hers also.
But sewing was not for Mrs. Tate. As another peal of thunder
drowned the downpour of rain she ran to the sofa and piled around
her the cushions upon it. Putting one under her feet, another on
her head, and clasping one close to her breast with her crossed
arms, she closed her eyes tight and sat in huddled terror waiting
for the storm to pass.
Neither lightning nor thunder could silence her tongue, however,
and, though at some distance from the window near which Mrs. Moon
and Mrs. Burnham were sitting, she talked on with slight regard to
their attention, from time to time opening her eyes, only to shut
them quickly again it a flash of lightning caused fresh fright.
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