Black was disposed to view it with
indulgence. There was nothing about the girl or her possessions to
indicate wealth or social importance, beyond the fact that she
arrived in a hired automobile from Grenoble instead of riding over in
Mrs. Solomon Black's spring wagon. Miss Orr brought with her to
Brookville one trunk, the contents of which she had arranged at once
in the bureau drawers and wardrobe of Mrs. Black's second-best
bedroom. It was evident from a private inspection of their contents
that Miss Orr was in mourning.
At this point in her meditations Mrs. Black became aware of an
insistent voice hailing her from the other side of the picket fence.
It was Mrs. Daggett, her large fair face flushed with the exertion of
hurrying down the walk leading from Mrs. Whittle's house.
"Some of us ladies has been clearing up after the fair," she
explained, as she joined Mrs. Solomon Black. "It didn't seem no more
than right; for even if Ann Whittle doesn't use her parlor, on
account of not having it furnished up, she wants it broom-clean. My!
You'd ought to have seen the muss we swept out."
"I'd have been glad to help," said Mrs. Black stiffly; "but what with
it being my day to go over to Grenoble, and my boarders t' cook for
and all--"
"Oh, we didn't expect you," said Abby Daggett tranquilly. "There was
enough of us to do everything."
She beamed warmly upon Mrs. Black.
"Us ladies was saying we'd all better give you a rising vote of
thanks for bringing that sweet Miss Orr to the fair.
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