Mary had never looked more like her father than now when, sitting under

his picture, she stated her case. What she had to say she said simply.

But when she had finished there was the silence of astonishment.

In a day, almost in an hour, little Mary had grown up! With Constance as

the nominal head of the household, none of them had realized that it was

Mary's mind which had worked out the problems of making ends meet, and

that it was Mary's strength and industry which had supplemented Susan's

waning efforts in the care of the big house.

"I want to keep the house," Mary repeated. "I had to talk it over

to-night, Aunt Frances, because you go back to New York in the morning,

and I couldn't speak of it before to-night because I was afraid that some

hint of my plan would get to Constance and she would be troubled. She'll

learn it later, but I didn't want her to have it on her mind now. I want

to stay here. I've always lived here, and so has Barry--and while I

appreciate your plans for me to go to Nice, I don't think it would be

fair or right for me to leave Barry."

Barry, a little embarrassed to be brought into it, said, "Oh, you needn't

mind about me----"

"But I do mind." Mary had risen and was speaking earnestly. "I am sure

you must see it, Aunt Frances. If I went with you, Barry would be left

to--drift--and I shouldn't like to think of that. Mother wouldn't have

liked it, or father." Her voice touched an almost shrill note of protest.

Porter Bigelow, sitting unobtrusively in the background, was moved by her

earnestness. "There's something back of it," his quick mind told him;

"she knows about--Barry----"

But Barry, too, was on his feet. "Oh, look here, Mary," he was

expostulating, "I'm not going to have you stay at home and miss a winter

of good times, just because I'll have to eat a few meals in a

boarding-house. And I sha'n't have to eat many. When I get starved for

home cooking, I'll hunt up my friends. You'll take me in now and then,

for Sunday dinner, won't you, General?--Leila says you will; and it isn't

as if you were never coming back--Mary."

"If we close the house now," Mary said, "it will mean that it won't be

opened again. You all know that." Her accusing glance rested on Aunt

Frances and the General. "You all think it ought to be sold, but if we

sell what will become of Susan Jenks, who nursed us and who nursed

mother, and what shall we do with all the dear old things that were

mother's and father's, and who will live in the dear old rooms?" She was

struggling for composure. "Oh, don't you see that I--I can't go?"




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024