There was no
obvious outlet for her annoyance, and it took away her appetite and made
her silent.
John tried various interesting public topics--topics she had been eager
about; but every allusion to them at this hour was scornfully received.
Then he made a social effort. "I met Miss Phyllis Broadbent today,
mother," he said.
"Where did you meet her?"
"She was walking past the mill."
"Waiting for you--and I'll warrant it."
"I would not say that much, mother. She was out collecting for the new
cooking-school. She said she wanted to see you very much."
"And pray what for is she wanting to see me? I am not related to her. I
owe her nothing. I'm not going to give her anything and I don't want to
see her."
"I suppose she wants your help in this new charity she has on hand. She
was very polite, and sent you all kinds of good wishes. There is no harm
in good wishes, is there?"
"I'm not so sure of that. If Miss Phyllis gives her good wishes, there's
no harm in them, but--but I don't want to buy them at any price.
Pages:
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114