fact that the girl had more than hinted to be taken home, having loudly announced her lack of rubbers and umbrella, though she seldom wore rubbers, and had on a rain-coat and an old hat.
"But how about the big box of chocolates he sent you, Luella? That was a very particular attention to show you if he was engaged."
"O ," pouted Luella, "I don't suppose that meant anything either, for I caught him in a philopena on the way home that day. We said the same words at the same time, something like 'It's going to clear off,' and I told him, when we girls did that, the one that spoke first had to give the other a box of chocolates; so the next day he sent them."
"Luella, I never brought you up to do things like that. I don't think that was very nice."
"O , now, ma, don't you preach. I guess you weren't a saint when you were a girl. Besides, I don't think you're very sympathetic." She mopped her swollen eyes.
"Luella, didn't he ever pay you any more attention after that? I kind of thought you thought he liked you, by the way you talked."
"No, he never even looked at me," sobbed the girl, her grief breaking out afresh. "He didn't even know me the next time we met, but stared straight at me till I bowed, and then he gave me a cold little touch of his hat. And down here he hasn't even recognized me once. I suppose that lady mother of his didn't like my looks."
"Look here, Luella; I wish you'd act sensible. This has been pretty expensive trying to run around after the Grandons . Here's the hotel bills, and all that dress-making, and now no telling how Aunt Crete will act after we get home. Like as not she'll think she's got to have a maid, and dress in silks and satins. There's one comfort; probably some of her clothes will fix over for you when s he gets off her high horse and comes down to every-day living again. But I wish you'd brace up and forget these Grandons . It's no use trying to get up in the world higher than you belong. There's that nice John Peters would have been real devoted to yo u if you'd just let him; and he owns a house of his own already, and has the name of being the best plumber in Midvale."
Luella sighed.
"He's only a plumber, ma, and his hands are all red and rough."
"Well, what's that?" snapped her practical mother. "He may have his own automobile before long, for all that. Now dry up your eyes, and go to sleep; and in the morning do you go down real early, and apologize to your silly Aunt Crete, and make her understand that she's not to disgrace us under any consideration by going in bathing while she's here. My land! I expect to see her riding round on one of those saddle-ponies on the beach next, or maybe driving that team of goats we saw to-day, with pink ribbon reins. Come now, Luella, don't you worry. Set out to show your cousin Donald how nice you can be, and maybe some of the silk dresses will come your way. Anyhow, this can't last forever, and John Peters is at home when we get there."
So Luella, soothed in spirit, went to bed, and arose very early the next morning, descending upon poor Aunt Crete while yet the dreams of sailing alone with Donald on a moonlit sea were mingling with her waking thoughts.
CHAPTER VIII
AUNT CRETE'S PARTNERSHIP
Luella did her work quietly, firmly, and thoroughly. She vanished before Marie had thought of coming to her morning duties.
At breakfast-time Donald found a sad, cowed little woman waiting for him to go down to the dining-room. He tried to cheer her up by telling her how nice a time they were to have in bathing that morning, for the water was sure to be delightful; but Aunt Crete shook her head sadly, and said she guessed she had better not go in bathing any more. Then she sighed, and looked wistfully out on the blue waves dancing in the sunshine.
"Don't you feel well, Aunt Crete?" asked Donald anxiously.
"O , yes, real well," she answered.
"Did it hurt you to go in yesterday, do you think?"
"No, not a mite," she responded promptly.
"Then why in
"But how about the big box of chocolates he sent you, Luella? That was a very particular attention to show you if he was engaged."
"O ," pouted Luella, "I don't suppose that meant anything either, for I caught him in a philopena on the way home that day. We said the same words at the same time, something like 'It's going to clear off,' and I told him, when we girls did that, the one that spoke first had to give the other a box of chocolates; so the next day he sent them."
"Luella, I never brought you up to do things like that. I don't think that was very nice."
"O , now, ma, don't you preach. I guess you weren't a saint when you were a girl. Besides, I don't think you're very sympathetic." She mopped her swollen eyes.
"Luella, didn't he ever pay you any more attention after that? I kind of thought you thought he liked you, by the way you talked."
"No, he never even looked at me," sobbed the girl, her grief breaking out afresh. "He didn't even know me the next time we met, but stared straight at me till I bowed, and then he gave me a cold little touch of his hat. And down here he hasn't even recognized me once. I suppose that lady mother of his didn't like my looks."
"Look here, Luella; I wish you'd act sensible. This has been pretty expensive trying to run around after the Grandons . Here's the hotel bills, and all that dress-making, and now no telling how Aunt Crete will act after we get home. Like as not she'll think she's got to have a maid, and dress in silks and satins. There's one comfort; probably some of her clothes will fix over for you when s he gets off her high horse and comes down to every-day living again. But I wish you'd brace up and forget these Grandons . It's no use trying to get up in the world higher than you belong. There's that nice John Peters would have been real devoted to yo u if you'd just let him; and he owns a house of his own already, and has the name of being the best plumber in Midvale."
Luella sighed.
"He's only a plumber, ma, and his hands are all red and rough."
"Well, what's that?" snapped her practical mother. "He may have his own automobile before long, for all that. Now dry up your eyes, and go to sleep; and in the morning do you go down real early, and apologize to your silly Aunt Crete, and make her understand that she's not to disgrace us under any consideration by going in bathing while she's here. My land! I expect to see her riding round on one of those saddle-ponies on the beach next, or maybe driving that team of goats we saw to-day, with pink ribbon reins. Come now, Luella, don't you worry. Set out to show your cousin Donald how nice you can be, and maybe some of the silk dresses will come your way. Anyhow, this can't last forever, and John Peters is at home when we get there."
So Luella, soothed in spirit, went to bed, and arose very early the next morning, descending upon poor Aunt Crete while yet the dreams of sailing alone with Donald on a moonlit sea were mingling with her waking thoughts.
CHAPTER VIII
AUNT CRETE'S PARTNERSHIP
Luella did her work quietly, firmly, and thoroughly. She vanished before Marie had thought of coming to her morning duties.
At breakfast-time Donald found a sad, cowed little woman waiting for him to go down to the dining-room. He tried to cheer her up by telling her how nice a time they were to have in bathing that morning, for the water was sure to be delightful; but Aunt Crete shook her head sadly, and said she guessed she had better not go in bathing any more. Then she sighed, and looked wistfully out on the blue waves dancing in the sunshine.
"Don't you feel well, Aunt Crete?" asked Donald anxiously.
"O , yes, real well," she answered.
"Did it hurt you to go in yesterday, do you think?"
"No, not a mite," she responded promptly.
"Then why in
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