“Drink your coffee!” she called sharply, and was out of the room before we could speak.
In a moment, when I could, and because Enid’s baby cried then I laid him in Pelleas’ arms and went out to tell Nichola to bring more milk.
And leaning against a bureau in the passage Nichola stood crying as if her heart would break.
“Go on away!” she said, shaking her old gray head. “Go on away!”
X
THE MARRIAGE OF KATINKA
“I shall take my white lady’s-cloth gown,” I repeated obstinately.
“You don’t need it no more than what you do two heads, mem,” Nichola maintained.
“But it is the first visit that I’ve made in three years, Nichola,” I argued, “and it is quite the prettiest gown that I’ve had for—”
“Yah!” Nichola denied; “you’ve got four sides of a closet hung full. An’ where you goin’ but down on a farm for three days? Take the kitchen stove if you must, but leave the dress here. You’ll be laughed at for fashionable!”