Ellen walked up and down the room with clenched teeth. I hate women. I hate women.
After a while Cassie came back into the room, her face greenish white, dabbing her forehead with a washrag.
“Here lie down here you poor kid,” said Ellen clearing a space on the couch. “... Now you’ll feel much better.”
“Oh will you ever forgive me for causing all this twouble?”
“Just lie still a minute and forget everything.”
“Oh if I could only relax.”
Ellen’s hands were cold. She went to the window and looked out. A little boy in a cowboy suit was running about the yard waving an end of clothesline. He tripped and fell. Ellen could see his face puckered with tears as he got to his feet again. In the yard beyond a stumpy woman with black
hair was hanging out clothes. Sparrows were chirping and fighting on the fence.
“Elaine dear could you let me have a little powder? I’ve lost my vanity case.”
She turned back into the room. “I think.... Yes there’s some on the mantelpiece.... Do you feel better now Cassie?”