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From that moment the little house became the centre of a whirlwind.
Treats so unforeseen, and of such magnitude, were rare in the young
Fulmers’ experience, and had it not been for Junie’s steadying influence
Susy’s charges would have got out of hand. But young Nat, appealed to
by Nick on the ground of their common manhood, was induced to forego
celebrating the event on his motor horn (the very same which had
tortured the New Hampshire echoes), and to assert his authority over
his juniors; and finally a plan began to emerge from the chaos, and each
child to fit into it like a bit of a picture puzzle.
Susy, riding the whirlwind with her usual firmness, nevertheless felt an
undercurrent of anxiety. There had been no time as yet, between her and
Nick, to revert to money matters; and where there was so little money
it could not, obviously, much matter. But that was the more reason for
being secretly aghast at her intrepid resolve not to separate herself
from her charges. A three days’ honey-moon with five children in the
party--and children with the Fulmer appetite--could not but be a costly
business; and while she settled details, packed them off to school, and
routed out such nondescript receptacles as the house contained in the
way of luggage, her thoughts remained fixed on the familiar financial
problem.
Yes--it was cruel to have it rear its hated head, even through the
bursting boughs of her new spring; but there it was, the perpetual
serpent in her Eden, to be bribed, fed, sent to sleep with such scraps
as she could beg, borrow or steal for it. And she supposed it was the
price that fate meant her to pay for her blessedness, and was surer than
ever that the blessedness was worth it. Only, how was she to compound
the business with her new principles?
With the children’s things to pack, luncheon to be got ready, and the
Fontainebleau pension to be telephoned to, there was little time to
waste on moral casuistry; and Susy asked herself with a certain irony
if the chronic lack of time to deal with money difficulties had not been
the chief cause of her previous lapses. There was no time to deal with
this question either; no time, in short, to do anything but rush forward
on a great gale of plans and preparations, in the course of which she
whirled Nick forth to buy some charcuterie for luncheon, and telephone
to Fontainebleau.
Once he was gone--and after watching him safely round the corner--she
too got into her wraps, and transferring a small packet from her
dressing-case to her pocket, hastened out in a different direction.
XXX.
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