The Girl at Cobhurst. Frank Richard Stockton

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      Miss Panney was beginning to fasten her wrap about her. She had heard quite enough, but still she deigned to snap out:—

      "What was the matter with her?"

      "Oh, she was entirely out of the question," said the lady of the house. "In the first place, she was the widow of a French chef, or somebody of that sort, and has a wonderful opinion of her abilities. She understands all kinds of cooking—plain or fancy."

      "And even butter," said Dora; "she said she knew all about that."

      "Yes; and she understood how butcher's meat should be cut, and the choosing of poultry, and I know not what else besides."

      "And only asked," cried Dora, laughing, "if your husband was in trade; and when she heard that he was a professional man, was perfectly willing to come."

      Miss Panney turned toward Mrs. Tolbridge, sat up very straight in her chair, and glared.

      "Was not this the very woman you were looking for? Why didn't you take her?"

      "Take her!" repeated Mrs. Tolbridge, with some irritation. "What could I do with a woman like that? She would want enormous wages. She would have to have kitchen maids, and I know not whom, besides, to wait on her; and as for our plain style of living, she could not be expected to stand that. She would be entirely out of place in a house like this."

      "Her looks were enough to settle her case," said Dora. "You never saw such an old witch; she would frighten the horses."

      "Kitty Tolbridge," said Miss Panney, severely, "did you ask that woman if she wanted high wages, if she required kitchen maids, if she would be satisfied to cook for your family?"

      "No, I didn't," said the other; "I knew it was of no use. It was plain to see that she would not do at all."

      "Did you get her address?"

      "Yes," said Dora; "she gave me a card as we were going out, and insisted on my taking it. It is in my bag at home."

      Miss Panney was silent for a moment, and was evidently endeavoring to cool her feelings so as to speak without indignation.

      "Kitty Tolbridge," she said presently, "I think you have deliberately turned your back on one of the greatest opportunities ever offered to a woman with a valuable husband. There are husbands who have no value, and who might as well be hurried to their graves by indigestion as in any other way, but the doctor is not one of these. Now, whatever you know of that woman proves her to be the very person who should be in your kitchen at this moment; and whatever you have said against her is all the result of your imagination. If I were in your place, I would take the next train for the city; and before I closed my eyes this night, I would know whether or not such a prize as that were in my reach. I say prize because I never heard of such a chance being offered to a doctor's wife in a country town. Now what are you going to do about it, Kitty? If your regard for your husband's physical condition is not sufficient to make you look on this matter as I do, think of his soul. If you don't believe that true religion and good cooking go hand in hand, wait a year and then see what sort of a husband you will have."

      Mrs. Tolbridge felt that she ought to resent this speech, that she ought to be, at least, a little angry; but when she was a small girl, Miss Panney was an old woman who sometimes used to scold her. She had not minded the scoldings very much then, and she could not bring herself to mind this scolding very much now. Occasionally she had scolded Miss Panney, and the old lady had never been angry.

      "I shall not go to the city," she said, with a smile; "but I will write, and ask all the questions. Then our consciences will be easier."

      Miss Panney rose to her feet.

      "Do it, I beg of you," she said, "and do it this morning. And now, Dora, if you walked here, I will drive you home in my phaeton, for you ought to send that address to Mrs. Tolbridge without delay."

      As the old roan jogged away from the doctor's house, Miss Panney remarked to her companion, "I needn't have hurried you off so soon, Dora, for it is three hours before the next mail will leave; but I did want Mrs. Tolbridge to sit down at once and write that letter without being interrupted by anything which you might have come to tell her. Of course, the sooner you send her the address, the better."

      "The boy shall take it to her as soon as I get home," said Dora.

      She very much disliked scoldings, and had not now a word to say against the old body who would frighten the horses. Desirous of turning the conversation in another direction without seeming to force it, "It seems to me," she said, "that Mr. and Miss Haverley ought to have somebody better to cook for them than old Phoebe. I have always looked upon her as a sort of a charwoman, working about from house to house, doing anything that people hired her to do."

      "That's just what those Haverleys want," said Miss Panney. "At present, everything is charwork at their place, and as to their food, I don't suppose they think much about it, so that they get enough. At their age they can eat anything."

      "How old is Miss Haverley?" asked Dora.

      "Miss Haverley!" repeated Miss Panney, "she's nothing but a girl, with her hair down her back and her skirts a foot from the ground. I call her a child."

      A shadow came over the soul of Miss Bannister.

      Would it be possible, she thought, to maintain, with a girl who did not yet put up her hair or wear long skirts, the intimacy she had hoped to maintain with Mr. Haverley's sister?

      Very much the same idea was in the mind of Miss Panney, but she thought it well to speak encouragingly. "I wish, for her brother's sake, the girl were older," said she: "but housekeeping will help to mature her much more quickly than if she had remained at school. And as for school," she added, "it strikes me it would be a good thing for her to go back there—after awhile."

      Dora thought this a good opinion, but before she could say anything on the subject, she lifted her eyes, and beheld Ralph Haverley walking down the street toward them. He was striding along at a fine pace, and looked as if he enjoyed it.

      "I declare," ejaculated Miss Bannister, "here he is himself. We shall meet him."

      "He? who?" and Miss Panney looked from side to side of the road, and the moment she saw the young man, she smiled.

      It pleased her that Dora should speak of him as "he," showing that the brother was in her mind when they had been talking of the sister.

      Miss Panney drew up to the sidewalk, and Ralph stopped.

      He was greatly pleased with the cordial greeting he received from the two ladies. These Thorbury people were certainly very sociable and kind-hearted. The sunlight was on Dora's soul now, and it sparkled in her eyes.

      "It was my other hand that I gave you when I met you before," she said, with a charming smile.

      "Yes," said Ralph, also with a smile, "and I think I held it an uncommonly long time."

      "Indeed you did," said Dora; and they both laughed.

      Miss Panney listened in surprise.

      "You two seem to know each other better than I supposed," she said. "When did you become acquainted?"

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