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Page 7
"You're real nicely situated," remarked Rebecca, after she had
become a little accustomed to her new surroundings and the two
women were seated at the tea-table.
Mrs. Dent stared with a hard complacency from behind her silver-
plated service. "Yes, I be," said she.
"You got all the things new?" said Rebecca hesitatingly, with a
jealous memory of her dead sister's bridal furnishings.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dent; "I was never one to want dead folks' things,
and I had money enough of my own, so I wasn't beholden to John. I
had the old duds put up at auction. They didn't bring much."
"I suppose you saved some for Agnes. She'll want some of her poor
mother's things when she is grown up," said Rebecca with some
indignation.
The defiant stare of Mrs. Dent's blue eyes waxed more intense.
"There's a few things up garret," said she.
"She'll be likely to value them," remarked Rebecca. As she spoke
she glanced at the window. "Isn't it most time for her to be
coming home?" she asked.
"Most time," answered Mrs. Dent carelessly; "but when she gets over
to Addie Slocum's she never knows when to come home."
"Is Addie Slocum her intimate friend?"
"Intimate as any."
"Maybe we can have her come out to see Agnes when she's living with
me," said Rebecca wistfully. "I suppose she'll be likely to be
homesick at first."
"Most likely," answered Mrs. Dent.
"Does she call you mother?" Rebecca asked.
"No, she calls me Aunt Emeline," replied the other woman shortly.
"When did you say you were going home?"
"In about a week, I thought, if she can be ready to go so soon,"
answered Rebecca with a surprised look.
She reflected that she would not remain a day longer than she could
help after such an inhospitable look and question.
"Oh, as far as that goes," said Mrs. Dent, "it wouldn't make any
difference about her being ready. You could go home whenever you
felt that you must, and she could come afterward."
"Alone?"
"Why not? She's a big girl now, and you don't have to change
cars."
"My niece will go home when I do, and not travel alone; and if I
can't wait here for her, in the house that used to be her mother's
and my sister's home, I'll go and board somewhere," returned
Rebecca with warmth.
"Oh, you can stay here as long as you want to. You're welcome,"
said Mrs. Dent.
Then Rebecca started. "There she is!" she declared in a trembling,
exultant voice. Nobody knew how she longed to see the girl.
"She isn't as late as I thought she'd be," said Mrs. Dent, and
again that curious, subtle change passed over her face, and again
it settled into that stony impassiveness.
Rebecca stared at the door, waiting for it to open. "Where is
she?" she asked presently.
"I guess she's stopped to take off her hat in the entry," suggested
Mrs. Dent.
Rebecca waited. "Why don't she come? It can't take her all this
time to take off her hat."
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