Miss Howe went out with what she thought was a stately step and frowned at the girl on the floor whose business was to wait on her mother. When she was clear out of sight and hearing Lilian sprang up and clasped her arms about her mother.
“Oh, that was just splendid!” she cried, her eyes soft and shining.
“I—I think I meant—either of you!” hesitating.
“It was her business and it won’t hurt her to wait on herself. The girls go down to the kitchen and iron out ribbons and things. I’m not their maid, and she had no business to stand here gossipping about Miss Nevins. I’m sorry for her and I don’t like her, but there are some girls that are real friendly. There are two girls going to college next year. They have money, too, and they think a degree a great thing, and know of girls who have taught awhile and then taken a year or two and taught again. I was reading such a fine book—this girl and her mother took a cottage and boarded the overflow of girls and had a lovely time, she helping and studying. That’s what we will try to do, and this year you will get real well and strong. Oh, isn’t it nice not to have any care of things and so much comfort?”
The mother bent over her work turning her head aside so that a tear shouldn’t fall on it. Oh, wouldn’t the child be better off without her? She was so courageous, so fertile in expedients. Oh, they could not be all day dreams.
The skirt was beautifully darned and pressed and sent to Miss Howe’s room by the maid. Then a note came to Mrs. Boyd. “Wouldn’t she and Miss Lilian walk home with the Trenhams from church tomorrow morning and dine and meet a delightful young friend who had graduated at a Woman’s College. Lilian might like to hear the experiences.”
“Oh, that will be just royal!” the girl exclaimed. “Mother you must rest this afternoon. If there is any mending let me do it.”
“Nothing is needed. Sometimes I feel as if I did not really earn my salary, and Mrs. Barrington is so kind.”
“And now I begin to feel quite at home with some of the young ladies. I am proud of being a good scholar, but I study with all my might and main,” laughing. “And next year I may earn a little money.”
Sunday was bright but rather blowy. The leaves fell and whirled about like flocks of birds and the sky was like a June day. Miss Benson had come to church, a bright rather pretty woman of five or six and twenty. Her voice was attractive. Lilian had come to remark the differences in voices. Some did repel you; many were indecisive.