City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“You do look well, ma'am,” Rose said, when she helped her to dress.
“You've got such a nice color, and that tiny bit of old rose Mrs.
Mellish put in the bonnet does bring it out.”
“I wonder if it is wrong of me to be so pleased,” Miss Alicia thought.
“I must make it a subject of prayer, and ask to be aided to conquer a
haughty and vain-glorious spirit.”
She was pathetically serious, having been trained to a view of the
Great First Cause as figuratively embodied in the image of a gigantic,
irascible, omnipotent old gentleman, especially wrought to fury by
feminine follies connected with becoming headgear.
“It has sometimes even seemed to me that our Heavenly Father has a
special objection to ladies,” she had once timorously confessed to
Tembarom. “I suppose it is because we are so much weaker than men, and
so much more given to vanity and petty vices.”
He had caught her in his arms and actually hugged her that time. Their
intimacy had reached the point where the affectionate outburst did not
alarm her.
“Say!” he had laughed. “It's not the men who are going to have the
biggest pull with the authorities when folks try to get into the place
where things are evened up. What I'm going to work my passage with is a
list of the few 'ladies' I've known. You and Ann will be at the head
of it. I shall just slide it in at the box-office window and say, 'Just
look over this, will you? These were friends of mine, and they were
mighty good to me. I guess if they didn't turn me down, you needn't. I
know they're in here. Reserved seats. I'm not expecting to be put with
them but if I'm allowed to hang around where they are that'll be heaven
enough for me.'”
“I know you don't mean to be irreverent, dear Temple,” she gasped. “I am
quite sure you don't! It is--it is only your American way of expressing
your kind thoughts. And of course”--quite hastily--“the Almighty must
understand Americans--as he made so many.” And half frightened though
she was, she patted his arm with the warmth of comfort in her soul and
moisture in her eyes. Somehow or other, he was always so comforting.
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