Joe was in the doorway holding aside one of the curtains. There entered, in a beribboned and beflounced tea gown, a pretty, if rather ordinary, woman of forty, with a petulant baby face. She was trying to look reserved and severe.
She hardly glanced at me before fastening sharp, suspicious eyes on Anita.
"Mrs. Ball," said I, "this is Miss Ellersly.
"
"Miss Ellersly!" she exclaimed, her face changing. And she advanced and took both Anita's hands. "Mr.
Ball is so stupid," she went on, with that amusingly affected accent which is the "Sunday clothes" of speech.
"I didn't catch the name, my dear," Joe stammered.
"Be off," said I, aside, to him.
"Get the nearest preacher, and hustle him here with his tools."
I had one eye on Anita all the time, and I saw her gaze follow Joe as he hurried out; and her expression made my heart ache. I heard him saying in the hall, "Go in, Allie.
It's O. K.;" heard the door slam, knew we should soon have some sort of minister with us.
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