By the Light of the Soul eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 575 pages of information about By the Light of the Soul.

By the Light of the Soul eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 575 pages of information about By the Light of the Soul.

Lillian White spoke of it to her mother one Sunday.  She had been to church, but her mother had remained at home on account of a cold.

“I tell you she looked dandy,” said Lillian.  Lillian was still as softly and negatively pretty as ever.  She was really charming because she was not angular, because her skin was not thick and coarse, because she did not look anaemic, but perfectly well fed and nourished and happy.

“Who?” asked her mother.

“Maria Edgham.  She was togged out to beat the band.  Everything looked sort of fadged up that she had before her own mother died.  I tell you she never had anything like the rig she wore to-day.”

“What was it?” asked her mother interestedly, wiping her rasped nose with a moist ball of handkerchief.

“Oh, it was the handsomest brown suit I ever laid my eyes on, with hand-embroidery, and fur, and a big picture hat trimmed with fur and chrysanthemums.  She’s an awful pretty little girl anyhow.”

“She always was pretty,” said Mrs. White, dabbing her nose again.

“If Ida don’t look out, her step-daughter will beat her in looks,” said Lillian.

“I never thought myself that Ida was anything to brag of, anyway,” said Mrs. White.  She still had a sense of wondering injury that Harry Edgham had preferred Ida to her Lillian.

Lillian was now engaged to be married, but her mother did not feel quite satisfied with the man.  He was employed in a retail clothing establishment in New York, and had only a small salary.  “Foster Simpkins” (that was the young man’s name) “ain’t really what you ought to have,” she often said to Lillian.

But Lillian took it easily.  She liked the young man very much as she would have liked a sugar-plum, and she thought it high time for her to be married, although she was scarcely turned twenty.  “Oh, well, ma,” she said.  “Men don’t grow on every bush, and Foster is real good-lookin’, and maybe his salary will be raised.”

“You ain’t lookin’ very high,” said her mother.

“No use in strainin’ your neck for things out of your own sky,” said Lillian, who had at times a shrewd sort of humor, inherited from her father.

“Harry Edgham would have been a better match for you,” her mother said.

“Lord, I’d a good sight rather have Foster than another woman’s leavin’s,” replied Lillian.  “Then there was Maria, too.  It would have been an awful job to dress her, and look out for her.”

“That’s so,” said her mother, “and then the two sets of children, too.”

Lillian colored and giggled.  “Oh, land, don’t talk about children, ma!” said she.  “I’m contented as it is.  But you ought to have seen that young one to-day.”

“What did Ida wear?” asked Mrs. White.

“She wore her black velvet suit, that she had this winter, and the way she strutted up the aisle was a caution.”

“I don’t see how Harry Edgham lives the way he does,” said Mrs. White.  “Black velvet costs a lot.  Do you s’pose it is silk velvet?”

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