The Whole Family: a Novel by Twelve Authors eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Whole Family.

The Whole Family: a Novel by Twelve Authors eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Whole Family.

“Well?” said Aunt Elizabeth.  She was looking at me, and again I saw how long it must have been since she was young.  “Well, what do you think of it?”

I told the truth.  “Oh,” said I, “I think it’s a beautiful letter!”

“You do!” said Aunt Elizabeth.  “Does it strike you as being a love-letter!”

I couldn’t answer fast enough.  “Why, Aunt Elizabeth,” I said, “he tells you so.  He says he loves you eternally.  It’s beautiful!”

“You fool!” said Aunt Elizabeth.  “You pink-cheeked little fool!  You haven’t opened the door yet—­not any door, not one of them—­oh, you happy, happy fool!” She called through the window (mother was arranging flowers there for tea):  “Ada, you must telephone the Banner.  My engagement is not to be announced.”  Then she turned to me.  “Peggy’” said she, in a low voice, as if mother was not to hear, “to-morrow you must drive with me to Whitman.”

Something choked me in my throat:  either fear of her or dread of what she meant to make me do.  But I looked into her face and answered with all the strength I had:  “Aunt Elizabeth, I sha’n’t go near the hospital.”

“Don’t you think it’s decent for you to call on Mrs. Goward?” she asked.

She gave me a little shake.  It made me angry.  “It may be decent,” I said, “but I sha’n’t do it.”

“Very well,” said Aunt Elizabeth.  Her voice was sweet again.  “Then I must do it for you.  Nobody asks you to see Harry himself.  I’ll run in and have a word with him—­but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects to Mrs. Goward.”

“No! no! no!” I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange dream.  Then I said:  “Why, it would be dreadful!  Mother wouldn’t let me!”

Aunt Elizabeth came closer and put her hands on my shoulders.  She has a little fragrance about her, not like flowers, but old laces, perhaps, that have been a long time in a drawer with orris and face-powder and things.  “Peggy,” said she, “never tell your mother I asked you.”

I felt myself stiffen.  She was whispering, and I saw she meant it.

“Oh, Peggy! don’t tell your mother.  She is not—­not simpatica.  I might lose my home here, my only home.  Peggy, promise me.”

“Daughter!” mother was calling from the dining-room.

I slipped away from Aunt Elizabeth’s hands.  “I promise,” said I.  “You sha’n’t lose your home.”

“Daughter!” mother called again, and I went in.

That night at supper nobody talked except father and mother, and they did every minute, as if they wanted to keep the rest of us from speaking a word.  It was all about the Works.  Father was describing some new designs he had accepted, and telling how Charles Edward said they would do very well for the trimmings of a hearse, and mother coughed and said Charles Edward’s ideas were always good, and father said not where the market was concerned.  Aunt Elizabeth had put on a white dress, and I thought

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