The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-09-20
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IN ATRICE was the only arrival by the
late train, and the drawing room
and the office gave her some atten-
ton as she mounted the stairway, pre-
coded by Kate with her handbag and fol-
lowed by the porter with her trunk. 1t
was a very much belabeled trunk, and the
drawing room and the office transferred
their weary attention to that as Patrice
passed out of sight. Then they severally
wondered whether she also was from the
west and whether she was as reserved as
her friend Miss Lawrence.
Meanwhile Patrice sat happily in tho
rocking chair with the nrolxen leg and
asked Kate a hundred questions.
Yes" said Kate. the place Is lovely.
1t is more than that 1t is 9 New England
lyric with pine woods and high green
hills and rocks and brooks and bird calls
in the rhythm of it."
That's pretty" said Patrice. but In
your voice there Is a sereyation."
Kate dropped her voice. Also she
dropped herself upon the floor beside the
trunk and began to unlock 1t.
ut is the people," she said. ''They are
sit upon the porch and embroider. Occa-
sionally they pause to select a new green
thread and ask If you have noticed the
mountains. You got some more clothes in
New York, PatriceT'
only that blouse and = hat" said
Patrice, guilty.
Kate shook her head and proceeded to
look for the hat. II ought not to have
left you even for a week." she murmured.
What else do the people do?' inquired
Patrce.
"Embroider," said Kate.
1.-THE men don't embroider, do they?"
1.-THE menu" Kate had found the hat
and was trying it on; she spoke absently.
There aren't any men,"
There must be one OF two; there al
ways are"
well, there is the husband of the Bat
tenburg centerpiece," said Kate, proceed
Ing with her investigations. He
ANY one who isn't a husband?'
MT. French. He smiles. Do you like
pleasant MANI"
Certainly not; prefer them when they
bite. Who else?"
''Floyd-Pve forgotten his last name. He
suppresses his voice when he speaks to
you. and he glides."
rs that all?'
"The two southern girls are expecting a
cousin. They are thin and dark-the two
southern girls-and are always leaning
against each other. They are doing mar
guerite wreaths on blue denim pillow COW
ers-very sweet! l don't remember this
lace sunshade."
"They were having a sale of them. 1t
seemed improvident not to get one. Who
is the man that met me at the station?"
mr.. Robert Adamson. He has been taxi
ing graduate work at Harvard and now
drives the Holners' horses. Miss Ender-
leigh is authority for the fact that his
family is undeniable. Therefore the ladies
would be willing to overlook his mental
position, but he seems not to see their adj
vances.''
he wasn't really responsive when l
spoke to him." acknowledged Patrice.
Kate laughed. What did you do?" she
said.
IL that was all my luggage, replied with
naughty nod. We rode from the station in
entire silence side by SIDE"
New experience for you," commented
Kate Where did you get this coliarT'
ut was marked down. When you SEQ
me in it you will consider it cheap at any
price"
II haven't unpacked one dress-up
dress
II shall unpack mine and wear them.
Your description arouses my pity. l am
going to give the poor things treat; and
that I am a treat in my best Clothes"
she paused modestly.
you think it worth whiler'
Certainly in tone of advanced
philanthropy. 81 mean to give them an
interest beyond embroidery. Are they all
New Englanders?"
They are" saide Kate. "All of them
that don't live il Boston live in Cam
bridge, or Newton, or Dorchester, or Rox-
bury, or East or West or North or South
Cambridge. or Newton, or Dorchester, or
Roxbury."
Have you told them anything about
| me?'
Not II"
IT believe" said Patrice renectively.
that I'll be an actress or countess or
something"
Kate put the lace sunshade into
drawer and looked at her friend. Pat
. rices Irish eyes were lighted with de-
\ cision.
II can do the English fine" she said
II didn't say they were imbeciles."
yaid Kate.
y wouldn't. of course. claim any