Thank
goodness
I shall at last get all the sleep I want.
Kipling - Poems
No, Loo, I'm not the angel.
I shall
keep to my rooms and avoid her. But do as you please--only tell me why
you do it. "
Mrs. Hauksbee's eyes softened; she looked out of the window and back
into Mrs. Mallowe's face.
"I don't know," said Mrs. Hauksbee, simply.
"You dear! "
"Polly! --and for aught you knew you might have taken my fringe off.
Never do that again without warning. Now we'll get the rooms ready. I
don't suppose I shall be allowed to circulate in society for a month. "
"And I also.
Thank goodness I shall at last get all the sleep I want. "
Much to Mrs. Bent's surprise she and the baby were brought over to
the house almost before she knew where she was. Bent was devoutly and
undisguisedly thankful, for he was afraid of the infection, and also
hoped that a few weeks in the hotel alone with Mrs. Delville might lead
to explanations. Mrs. Bent had thrown her jealousy to the winds in her
fear for her child's life.
"We can give you good milk," said Mrs. Hauksbee to her, "and our house
is much nearer to the Doctor's than the hotel, and you won't feel as
though you were living in a hostile camp Where is the dear Mrs. Waddy?
She seemed to be a particular friend of yours. "
"They've all left me," said Mrs. Bent, bitterly. "Mrs. Waddy went first.
She said I ought to be ashamed of myself for introducing diseases there,
and I am sure it wasn't my fault that little Dora"--
"How nice!
keep to my rooms and avoid her. But do as you please--only tell me why
you do it. "
Mrs. Hauksbee's eyes softened; she looked out of the window and back
into Mrs. Mallowe's face.
"I don't know," said Mrs. Hauksbee, simply.
"You dear! "
"Polly! --and for aught you knew you might have taken my fringe off.
Never do that again without warning. Now we'll get the rooms ready. I
don't suppose I shall be allowed to circulate in society for a month. "
"And I also.
Thank goodness I shall at last get all the sleep I want. "
Much to Mrs. Bent's surprise she and the baby were brought over to
the house almost before she knew where she was. Bent was devoutly and
undisguisedly thankful, for he was afraid of the infection, and also
hoped that a few weeks in the hotel alone with Mrs. Delville might lead
to explanations. Mrs. Bent had thrown her jealousy to the winds in her
fear for her child's life.
"We can give you good milk," said Mrs. Hauksbee to her, "and our house
is much nearer to the Doctor's than the hotel, and you won't feel as
though you were living in a hostile camp Where is the dear Mrs. Waddy?
She seemed to be a particular friend of yours. "
"They've all left me," said Mrs. Bent, bitterly. "Mrs. Waddy went first.
She said I ought to be ashamed of myself for introducing diseases there,
and I am sure it wasn't my fault that little Dora"--
"How nice!
