Ethelyn's Mistake

It was so long since Richard had been at home, and there was so much to

hear of what had happened during his absence that instead of going back

to Ethelyn he yielded to his mother's wish that he should stay with her,

and sitting down in his arm-chair by the blazing fire, he found it so

pleasant to be flattered and caressed and deferred to again, that he was

in some danger of forgetting the young wife who was thus left to the

tender mercies of Andy and Eunice Plympton. Andy had caught eagerly at

Eunice's suggestion of the foot-bath, and offered to carry it up

himself, while Eunice followed with her towels and basin of hot water.

It never occurred to either of them to knock for admittance, and Ethelyn

was obliged to endure their presence, which she did at first with a

shadow on her brow; but when Andy asked so pleadingly that she try the

hot water, and Eunice joined her entreaties with his, Ethelyn consented,

and lay very quiet while Eunice Plympton bathed the aching head and

smoothed the long, bright hair, which both she and Andy admired so much,

for Andy, when he found that Ethelyn declined the foot-bath, concluded

to remain a while, and sitting down before the fire, he scrutinized the

form and features of his new sister, and made remarks upon the luxuriant

tresses which Eunice combed so carefully.

It was something to have the homage of even such subjects as these, and

Ethelyn's heart grew softer as the pain gradually subsided beneath

Eunice's mesmeric touch, so that she answered graciously the questions

propounded by her as to whether that sack, or great-coat, or whatever it

was called, which she wore around her, was the very last style, how much

it took to cut it, and if Miss Markham had the pattern. On being told

that "Miss Markham" had not the pattern, Eunice presumed Melinda Jones

could cut one, and then, while the cooled water was heating on the coals

which Andy raked out upon the hearth, Eunice asked if she might just try

on the "vasquine" and let Miss Markham see how she looked in it.

For a moment Ethelyn hesitated, but Eunice had been so kind, and

proffered her request so timidly, that she could not well refuse, and

gave a faint assent. But she was spared the trial of seeing her basquine

strained over Eunice's buxom figure by the entrance of Richard, who came

to say that Melinda Jones was in the parlor below. In spite of all Tim

had said about madam's airs, and his advice that "Melinda should keep

away," that young lady had ventured upon a call, thinking her intimacy

with the family would excuse any unseemly haste, and thinking, too, it

may be, that possibly Mrs. Richard Markham would be glad to know there

was someone in Olney more like the people to whom she had been

accustomed than Mrs. Markham, senior, and her handmaid, Eunice Plympton.

Melinda's toilet had been made with direct reference to what Mrs.

Ethelyn would think of it, and she was looking very well indeed in her

gray dress and sack, with plain straw hat and green ribbons, which

harmonized well with her high-colored cheeks. But Melinda's pains had

been for naught, just as Richard feared, when she asked if "Mrs.

Markham" was too tired to see her.