The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“But it shall not interfere with my being just as kind to her as before.
She will need some attendant here, and Wilford will be glad to shove her
off his hands. He is so infernal proud,” Mark said, and taking a fresh
cigar he finished his reverie with the magnanimous resolve that were
Helen a hundred times engaged she should be his especial care during her
sojourn in New York.
CHAPTER XXII.
HELEN IN SOCIETY.
It was three days before Christmas, and Katy was talking confidentially
to Mrs. Banker, whom she had asked to see the next time she called.
“I want so much to surprise her,” she said, speaking in a whisper, “and
you have been so kind to us both that I thought it might not trouble you
very much if I asked you to make the selection for me, and see to the
engraving. Wilford gave me fifty dollars, all I needed, as I had fifty
more of my own, and now that I have a baby, I am sure I shall never
again care to go out.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Banker said, thoughtfully, as she rolled up the bills, “you
wish me to get as heavy bracelets as I can find—for the hundred
dollars.”
“Yes,” Katy replied, “I think that will please her, don’t you?”
Mrs. Banker did not reply at once, for she felt certain that the hundred
dollars could be spent in a manner more satisfactory to Helen. Still she
hardly liked to interfere, until Katy, observing her hesitancy, asked
again if she did not think Helen would be pleased.
“Yes, pleased with anything you choose to give her, but—excuse me, dear
Mrs. Cameron, if I speak as openly as if I were the mother of you both.
Bracelets are suitable for you who have everything else, but is there
not something your sister needs more? Now, allowing me to suggest, I
should say, buy her some _furs_, and let the bracelets go. In Silverton
her furs were well enough, but here, as the sister of Mrs. Wilford
Cameron, she is deserving of better.”
Katy understood Mrs. Banker at once, her cheeks reddening as there
flashed upon her the reason _why_ Wilford had never yet been in the
street with Helen, notwithstanding that she had more than once requested
it.
“You are right,” she said. “It was thoughtless in me not to think of
this myself. Helen shall have the furs, and whatever else is necessary.
I am so glad you reminded me of it. You are as kind as my own mother,”
and Katy kissed her friend fondly as she bade her good-bye, charging her
a dozen times not to let Helen know the surprise in store for her.
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