Сестра Керри

Chapter IX. Convention’s Own Tinder-box: The Eye That Is Green

           

           “IguessI’llbegoingdowntown,”heremarked,rising.

           “ArewegoingtoMcVicker’sMonday?”questionedMrs.Hurstwood,withoutrising.

           “Yes,”hesaidindifferently.

           Theywentondining,whilehewentupstairsforhishatandcoat.Presentlythedoorclicked.

           “Iguesspapa’sgone,”saidJessica.

           Thelatter’sschoolnewswasofaparticularstripe.

           “They’regoingtogiveaperformanceintheLyceum,upstairs,”shereportedoneday,“andI’mgoingtobeinit.”

           “Areyou?”saidhermother.

           “Yes,andI’llhavetohaveanewdress.Someofthenicestgirlsintheschoolaregoingtobeinit.MissPalmerisgoingtotakethepartofPortia.”

           “Isshe?”saidMrs.Hurstwood.

           “They’vegotthatMarthaGriswoldinitagain.Shethinksshecanact.”

           “Herfamilydoesn’tamounttoanything,doesit?”saidMrs.Hurstwoodsympathetically.“Theyhaven’tanything,havethey?”

           “No,”returnedJessica,“they’repooraschurchmice.”

           Shedistinguishedverycarefullybetweentheyoungboysoftheschool,manyofwhomwereattractedbyherbeauty.

           “Whatdoyouthink?”sheremarkedtohermotheroneevening;“thatHerbertCranetriedtomakefriendswithme.”

           “Whoishe,mydear?”inquiredMrs.Hurstwood.

           “Oh,noone,”saidJessica,pursingherprettylips.“He’sjustastudentthere.Hehasn’tanything.”

           TheotherhalfofthispicturecamewhenyoungBlyford,sonofBlyford,thesoapmanufacturer,walkedhomewithher.Mrs.Hurstwoodwasonthethirdfloor,sittinginarocking-chairreading,andhappenedtolookoutatthetime.

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