I felt I must speak to some
one, so I observed to Hannah that I was most unhappy, but not to
ask me why. I was dressing at the time, and she was hooking me
up.
"Unhappy!" she said, "with a thousand dollars a year, and
naturaly curly hair! You ought to be ashamed, Miss Bab."
"What is money, or even hair?" I asked, "when one's Heart
aches?"
"I guess it's your stomache and not your Heart," she said.
"With all the candy you eat. If you'd take a dose of magnezia
to-night, Miss Bab, with some orange juice to take the taste
away, you'd feel better right off."
I fled from my chamber.
I have frequently wondered how it would feel to be going
down a staircase, dressed in one's best frock, low neck and no
sleaves, to some loved one lurking below, preferably in evening
clothes, although not necesarily so. To move statuesqly and yet
tenderly, apearing indiferent but inwardly seathing, while below
pasionate eyes looked up as I floated down.
However, Tom had not put on evening dress, his clothes
being all packed. He was taking one of father's cigars as I
entered the library, and he looked very tall and adolesent,
although thin.
Pages:
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282