The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-07-30
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and the scent of hothouse roses. Cass sat up in the middle of big bed, little paler and noticeably thinner. Otherwise she was not so greatly changed as Liane had ex- pected her to be. It was the fourth week of Cass' convalescence. As soon as she had been able to be moved Mrs Clees- paugh had automatically com manded that she be brought to Wildacres. Everything had been arranged-the drawing room, the nurse to accompany the invalid. Mrs Cleespaugh had sent the big car to the station to meet them, had welcomed Cass Barrett to her house with royal dignity and sim plicity.
 "She's---well, she's simply mar velous," Lianc had said, out of a thankful heart. She wondered why she had ever thought the old lady's manner faintly domineering. Now Mrs Cleespaugh seemed simply perfect to her. She had paid the hospital bills, had invited Cass to be her guest indefinitely. "I don't know why she does all this for us. Pm sure," Cass had said. tears of weakness and grati- tude springing to her eyes. Elsie, saying goodby to them at the sta ton in Philadelphia, had added, roughly comforting, "Why shouldn't she? She has SO much 1t would be pity if she couldn't share some of It." Cass was established in the sun niest of the south chambers. She still had q nurse in spite of pro- tests that she no longer needed one--and now Mrs Cleespaugh was suggesting southern trip.
 ma jestlcallys and finally as she set
 "Yes." the old lady was saying tied herself In the armchair on the occasion of her morning call. "Wc must pack you off south as soon as you feel like travelling. Or per haps California. You're not to struggle with this wrctched win ter climate. I've made up my mind about that"
 Cass protested. fecbly but ear nestly. i've got to get back to my work--to the company. Yer non's keeping my place open"
 "Nonscnsev'
 But I'm so frightfully in debt to you already. I shan't feel right until I get on my feet again and can begin to pay you back"
 Mrs Clecspaugh f1icked her fin gers dclicatcly against an imagi- nary obstacle.
 "My dear" she said with great distinctncss. You are being bit absurd. aren't you? You came very close to deaths door. You were miraculously spared to this dear child here. Now you speak of jeapardizing your health again. Let me manage al lthis. It is q great delight to be able to do It."
 Cass closed her eyes.
 "As you wIsh," she said falntly She was still so weak 1t was easier to be duIcsccnt. And she was very grateful.
 Lianc came In from her morn ing errands in the village. all rosy and sparkling. What's all this?" she asked
 "It's n conference" Mrs Clccs- pauEh informed her. Out it's end cd now" She swept out of the room.
 Liane sat down, regarded her mother with q fond and anxious gaze. Cass opened her eyes once more.
 "Tell me. darling" she asked quickly. irrelevantly. "did I talk lot of nonsense when I had the fever?"
 "Oh, just q lot of gibberish." Liane said with great carelessncss. "Why?
 "I just wondered" Cass looked relieved. "I--oh, 1 seemed to have the most friGhtful dreams all that time"
 Isn't 1t time for your milk ?" Liane wanted to know.
 Miss Wilson has gone down for it."
 Don't talk then. Just rest until