Aunt Mary awoke just as the faithful servant was unrolling the green plaid
waist, and the instant that she spoke it was plain that her attitude
toward life in general was become strangely and vigorously changed, and
that for Lucinda the rack was to be newly oiled and freshly racking.
This attitude was not in any degree altered by the unexpected arrival of
Arethusa that evening. Strange tales had reached Arethusa's ears, and she
had flown on the wings of steam and coal dust to see what under the sun it
all meant. Aunt Mary was not one bit rejoiced to see her and the glare
which she directed over the edge of the counterpane bore testimony to the
truth of this statement.
"Whatever did you come for?" she demanded inhospitably. "Lucinda didn't
send for you, did she?"
Arethusa screamed the best face that she could onto her visit, but Aunt
Mary listened with an inattention that was anything but flattering.
"I don't feel like talkin' over my trip," she said, when she saw her
niece's lips cease to move. "Of course I enjoyed myself because I was with
Jack, but as to what we did an' said you couldn't understand it all if I
did tell you, so what's the use of botherin'."
Arethusa looked neutral, calm and curious. But Aunt Mary frowned and shook
her head.
"S'long as you're here, though, I suppose you may as well make yourself
useful," she said a few minutes later. "Come to think of it, there's an
errand I want you to do for me. I want you to go to Boston the very first
thing to-morrow morning an' buy me some cotton.
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