“Well, she changed it, didn’t she?” said Joshua.
“I guess she wants to give him all she’s got, since that week in New York,” said Lucinda.
“Then she’ll give him all she’s got,” said Joshua.
Lucinda’s eyes grew big.
“An’ she’ll give it to you, too, if you don’t look out and stay where you can hear her bell if she rings it,” Joshua added, with his usual frankness, and then he whipped up Billy and drove on to the barn.
Arethusa returned late in the afternoon, very warm, very wilted. Aunt Mary looked over the cotton purchase, and deigned to approve.
“But, my heavens, Arethusa,” she exclaimed immediately afterwards, “if you had any idea how dirty and dusty and altogether awful you do look, you wouldn’t be able to get to soap and water fast enough.”
At that poor Arethusa sighed, and, gathering up her hat, and hat-pins, and veil, and gloves, and purse, and handkerchief, went away to wash.
Chapter Twenty
Jack’s Joy
About the first of July many agreeable things happened.