“You have not told me where?”
“Have I not? You have forgotten. Sue will stay at home and learn to be sensible.”
“I don’t like you when you speak in that tone.”
“Then I will never do it again.”
“Good-by,” she said cheerily, passing on.
His thoughts ran on—“How bright she is! She has a sweet heart, if ever a woman had! I wonder if I am letting slip through my fingers one of the opportunities that come to a man but once in a lifetime! A year or two hence will do; she cares too much to forget me.”
Her thoughts ran on-“How can you look so good and so handsome and not be true!”
With a quickened step she crossed the Park. Miss Jewett’s large fancy store was opposite the Park.
Miss Jewett was never too tired or too busy to live again her young life. Sue Greyson was sure that she had broken somebody’s heart, else she never was so eloquent in warning her about Stacey Rheid. Laura Harrison had decided that she had once lived in constant dread of having a step-mother. Mary Sherwood wondered if she had ever been a busybody, and in that experience had learned to warn her to keep quiet her busy tongue; and Tessa Wadsworth knew that she must have learned her one word of advice: “Wait,” through years that she would not talk about.
Miss Jewett was seldom alone; Tessa was glad to find the clerks absent and no one bending over the counter but Sue Greyson.