New Britain herald., 1930-01-25
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looked infinitely worse than they had before she started. She was going back and forth in perfect frenzy Of houseNifely zeal. putting out bedding, rugs, curtains-everJ- thing that could by any conceivable chance need stunning.
 On one or these trips to the front porch. she spied two figures coming ur the trail--three, if Japhcth WIS 10 be counted. Suddenly, she dropped the rug she wus shaking, and start cd joyfully down the steps. Without q doubt the figure behind Sheb was Delphine. In that moment, Anne forgave the Nociferous. tyrannical Frenchwoman everything. Never in her whole life had she been so glad to see anybody.
 Delphine mad already darte around Sheb, who was dumping along, stolidly resigned. with q huge suitcase in either hand. She rushed up to Anne and flung her arms around her. sobbing and laughing and talking all in the same breath. Her presence w4s quickly and volubly explained.
 She had seen "Msieur SheD" vixen he came to bring the note cicl. she cast her expressive eyes hcavenward. with a consternation. what hubbub, what a row. And "M'sleur Morse' all dressed up waiting for the priest that hal gone somewhere else. Oh. it was % delirous. Delphine fairly spilled over into laughter. We'll, she hal seen "M'sieur' Shcb.
 It had come to her like out Of the sky madame must have clothes of course. She must have a maid. She, Dclphine, would come Msieur Shcb could car:H the suitcases whether il pleased him or not. She had overtakcn him 2 short distance from the Lodge: of course no one had seen he.' leave she had taken care for that. Now she was here, she meant 10 stay.
 An hour later, Anne. clad in simple dark dress with one of D el- phine's pretty aprons over it stood atop of a tecterinG cmincrce com posed of d kitchen chair with boxes piled on it. She was handing things down 10 Dclphine from the top pantry shelf. Her sleeves were rolled high above white elbows, her hair rumpled, her cheeks brightly flushed. For the first time in her life, she was revellins in the primal woma1's joy Of pursuing dirt to it's last top sh clf-ln- -thc-cor- ner intrenchment.
 Of a sudden Delphinc halted Iii her regular back and forth trot between pantry and cook table and nuttered som ething in French. She held up her hand warningly 70 Anne and quickly disappeared to- wards the front of the house. She came back almost immediately. her eyes wide and startled, her face the picture Of calamity. B2- fore she could speak. Anne Gucssel the truth.
 She climbed down slowly from her swayinS per3h. rolled down her sleeves and patted her hair thoughtfully into place, Delphine looked after her as she went to- ward the livinG-room, with mingled :Ue and pity. "Pauvre enfant!" she muttered fervently to hersels. Then she climbed up on the boH2S and began rummagIns about.
 In the living room Mrs. Wilmot sat on the edge of a chair, flaming herself with her handkerchief and frankly pantins.
 Whats Dclphine doing up here?" tue older woman began without preface or greeting.
 She came uack with Shcb when he went to take my notc," Ann explained, dropping down on d chair near the table.
 Well, she'l have to whistle for her quarters salary, but that of course IS no concern Of mine. And 50 this is where you expect 10 live, IS lt?' Mrs. Wilmot's single, ironic glance about the room made ic seem actually to shrink; 10 look almost mean and insignificant.
 Yes" she said, this is where expect to live. Delphine and I have just cleaned it from floor to ceiling. It's been tre best fun I've ever had in my life, and--it does look dear and liveabe, doesn't it??'
 Mrs. Wilmot grunted cnis raatically. T always knov." she observed at last in a perfectly matter Of fact tone, that you were a fool. But that's neither here nor there. There was postscript to your note this morning from this
 From my husband, Mr. Glenn," Anne suggested quietly.
 The other woman looked at her sharply, but passed over that inti- nation for the time. .I don't know his name and l don't want to know it, she said. At all events, there was some high sounding talk or other about paying me for your up- bringing"
 cClN. Let me see it, Auntie th, note.
 Mrs. Wilmot reached into her hand bag, took out d crumpled sheet and tossed it to her. Anne smoothed it out with hurryins Ringers, Glenn had said that re would make things right, but she Shad supposed that he meant to pay
 Your upbringing indeed"' her aunt went on with unmitlgatei