Saturday's Child eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 623 pages of information about Saturday's Child.

Saturday's Child eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 623 pages of information about Saturday's Child.

In the dining-room, as she entered with her baby in her arms, she saw that a new table and new chairs replaced the old ones, a ruffled little cotton house-gown was folded neatly on the table.  A new, hooded baby-carriage awaited little Billy.

“Oh, Billy!” The baby was bundled unceremoniously into his new coach, and Susan put her arms about her husband’s neck.  “You oughtn’t!” she protested.

“Clem and Mrs. Cudahy sent the carriage,” Billy beamed.

“And you did the rest!  Bill, dear—­when I am such a tired, cross apology for a wife!” Susan found nothing in life so bracing as the arm that was now tight about her.  She had a full minute’s respite before the boys’ claims must be met.

“What first, Sue?” asked Billy.  “Dinner’s all ordered, and the things are here, but I guess you’ll have to fix things—–­”

“I’ll feed baby while you give Mart his milk and toast,” Susan said capably, “then I’ll get into something comfortable and we’ll put them off, and you can set the table while I get dinner!  It’s been a heavenly week, Billy dear,” said Susan, settling herself in a low rocker, “but it does seem good to get home!”

The next spring all four did indeed go up to the woods, but it was after a severe attack of typhoid fever on Billy Senior’s part, and Susan was almost too much exhausted in every way to trust herself to the rough life of the cabin.  But they came back after a month’s gypsying so brown and strong and happy that even Susan had forgotten the horrors of the winter, and in mid-summer the “Protest” moved into more dignified quarters, and the Olivers found the comfortable old house in Oakland that was to be a home for them all for a long time.

Oakland was chosen because it is near the city, yet country-like enough to be ideal for children.  The house was commonplace, shabby and cheaply built, but to Susan it seemed delightfully roomy and comfortable, and she gloried in the big yards, the fruit trees, and the old-fashioned garden.  She cared for her sweet-pea vines and her chickens while the little boys tumbled about her, or connived against the safety of the cat, and she liked her neighbors, simple women who advised her about her plants, and brought their own babies over to play with Mart and Billy.

Certain old interests Susan found that she must sacrifice for a time at least.  Even with the reliable, capable, obstinate personage affectionately known as “Big Mary” in the kitchen, they could not leave the children for more than a few hours at a time.  Susan had to let some of the old friends go; she had neither the gowns nor the time for afternoon calls, nor had she the knowledge of small current events that is more important than either.  She and Billy could not often dine in town and go to the theater, for running expenses were heavy, the “Protest” still a constant problem, and Big Mary did not lend herself readily to sudden changes and interruptions.

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