XXIV.
Mrs. Durgin and Cynthia did not seek any formal meeting the next morning. The course of their work brought them together, but it was not till after they had transacted several household affairs of pressing importance that Mrs. Durgin asked: “What's this about you and Jeff?”
“Has he been telling you?” asked Cynthia, in her turn, though she knew he had.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Durgin, with a certain dryness, which was half humorous. “I presume, if you two are satisfied, it's all right.”
“I guess we're satisfied,” said the girl, with a tremor of relief which she tried to hide.
Nothing more was said, and there was no physical demonstration of affection or rejoicing between the women. They knew that the time would come when they would talk over the affair down to the bone together, but now they were content to recognize the fact, and let the time for talking arrive when it would. “I guess,” said Mrs. Durgin, “you'd better go over to the helps' house and see how that youngest Miller girl's gittin' along. She'd ought to give up and go home if she a'n't fit for her work.”
“I'll go and see her,” said Cynthia. “I don't believe she's strong enough for a waitress, and I have got to tell her so.”
“Well,” returned Mrs. Durgin, glumly, after a moment's reflection, “I shouldn't want you should hurry her. Wait till she's out of bed, and give her another chance.”
“All right.”
Jeff had been lurking about for the event of the interview, and he waylaid Cynthia on the path to the helps' house.