She may say
a few words to unsay words that she never should have spoken."
"I shall be thinking of Martha all day. I hope she will keep her
confidence."
"What art thou talking about? Martha will do herself no injustice. It
isn't likely. What is the matter with thee, John? Thou art as
down-hearted as if all had gone wrong instead of right. O thou of little
faith!"
"I know and I am sorry and ashamed, mother."
The next morning John had a charming letter from Jane. Martha had done
wonderfully. She had played her part to perfection and there were only
exclamations of delight at the airy, fairy cleverness of her conceptions
of mimic royalty. Jane said the illustrated papers had all taken
Martha's picture, and in fact the May Day Dream had been an
unqualified, delightful success. "And the praise is all given to Martha,
John. I shall have her likeness taken today as she appeared surrounded
by her ladies. We shall surely see you at home on Friday."
John was so immensely proud of this news, that he went up the hill
earlier than usual in order to give it to his mother.
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