what diantha did-第12章

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that　kitchen　where　the　harvest　was　so　ripe　and　the　laborers　so
few〃Wellyou　may　try　the　week；〃　she　said。　　〃I'll　show　you　your　room。　
And　what　is　your　name？〃

〃Miss　Bell。〃



WHAT　DIANTHA　DID


CHAPTER　V。


When　the　fig　growns　on　the　thistle；
And　the　silk　purse　on　the　sow；
When　one　swallow　brings　the　summer；
And　blue　moons　on　her　brow

Then　we　may　look　for　strength　and　skill；
Experience；　good　health；　good　will；
Art　and　science　well　combined；　
Honest　soul　and　able　mind；
Servants　built　upon　this　plan；
One　to　wait　on　every　man；
Patiently　from　youth　to　age；
For　less　than　a　street　cleaner's　wage！

When　the　parson's　gay　on　Mondays；
When　we　meet　a　month　of　Sundays；
We　may　look　for　them　and　find　them
　But　Not　Now！


When　young　Mrs。　Weatherstone　swept　her　trailing　crepe　from　the
automobile　to　her　friend's　door；　it　was　opened　by　a　quick；　soft…footed
maid　with　a　pleasant　face；　who　showed　her　into　a　parlor；　not　only　cool
and　flower…lit；　but　having　that　fresh　smell　that　tells　of　new…washed
floors。

Mrs。　Porne　came　flying　down　to　meet　her；　with　such　a　look　of　rest　and
comfort　as　roused　instant　notice。

〃Why；　Belle！　　I　haven't　seen　you　look　so　bright　in　ever　so　long。　　It
must　be　the　new　maid！〃

〃That's　itshe's　'Bell'　too'Miss　Bell'　if　you　please！〃

The　visitor　looked　puzzled。　　〃Is　she　aa　friend？〃　she　ventured；　not
sure　of　her　ground。

〃I　should　say　she　was！　　A　friend　in　need！　　Sit　here　by　the　window；
Vivaand　I'll　tell　you　all　about　itas　far　as　it　goes。〃

She　gaily　recounted　her　climax　of　confusion　and　weariness；　and　the
sudden　appearance　of　this　ministering　angel。　　〃She　arrived　at　about
quarter　of　ten。　　I　engaged　her　inside　of　five　minutes。　　She　was　into　a
gingham　gown　and　at　work　by　ten　o'clock！〃

〃What　promptness！　　And　I　suppose　there　was　plenty　to　do！〃

Mrs。　Porne　laughed　unblushingly。　　〃There　was　enough　for　ten　women　it
seemed　to　me！　　Let's　seeit's　about　five　nowseven　hours。　　We　have
nine　rooms；　besides　the　halls　and　stairs；　and　my　shop。　　She　hasn't
touched　that　yet。　　But　the　house　is　clean_clean_！　　Smell　it！〃

She　took　her　guest　out　into　the　hall；　through　the　library　and
dining…room；　upstairs　where　the　pleasant　bedrooms　stretched　open　and
orderly。

〃She　said　that　if　I　didn't　mind　she'd　give　it　a　superficial　general
cleaning　today　and　be　more　thorough　later！〃

Mrs。　Weatherstone　looked　about　her　with　a　rather　languid　interest。　　〃I'm
very　glad　for　you；　Belle；　dearbutwhat　an　endless　nuisance　it　all
isdon't　you　think　so？〃

〃Nuisance！　　It's　slow　death！　to　me　at　least；〃　Mrs。　Porne　answered。　　〃But
I　don't　see　why　you　should　mind。　　I　thought　Madam　Weatherstone　ran
thatpalace；　of　yours；　and　you　didn't　have　any　trouble　at　all。〃

〃Oh　yes；　she　runs　it。　　I　couldn't　get　along　with　her　at　all　if　she
didn't。　　That's　her　life。　　It　was　my　mother's　too。　　Always　fussing　and
fussing。　　Their　houses　on　their　backslike　snails！〃

〃Don't　see　why；　with　ten　（or　is　it　fifteen？）　servants。〃

〃Its　twenty；　I　think。　　But　my　dear　Belle；　if　you　imagine　that　when　you
have　twenty　servants　you　have　neither　work　nor　carecome　and　try　it
awhile；　that's　all！〃

〃Not　for　a　millionaire　baby's　ransom！〃　answered　Isabel　promptly。

〃Give　me　my　drawing　tools　and　plans　and　I'm　happybut　this
business〃she　swept　a　white　hand　wearily　about〃it's　not　my　work；
that's　all。〃

〃But　you　_enjoy_　it；　don't　youI　mean　having　nice　things？〃　asked　her
friend。

〃Of　course　I　enjoy　it；　but　so　does　Edgar。　　Can't　a　woman　enjoy　her　home；
just　as　a　man　does；　without　running　the　shop？　　I　enjoy　ocean　travel；　but
I　don't　want　to　be　either　a　captain　or　a　common　sailor！〃

Mrs。　Weatherstone　smiled；　a　little　sadly。　　〃You're　lucky；　you　have　other
interests；〃　she　said。　　〃How　about　our　bungalow？　have　you　got　any
farther？〃

Mrs。　Porne　flushed。　　〃I'm　sorry；　Viva。　　You　ought　to　have　given　it　to
someone　else。　　I　haven't　gone　into　that　workroom　for　eight　solid　days。　
No　help；　and　the　baby；　you　know。　　And　I　was　always　dog…tired。〃

〃That's　all　right；　dear；　there's　no　very　great　rush。　　You　can　get　at　it
now；　can't　youwith　this　other　Belle　to　the　fore？〃

〃She's　not　Belle；　bless　youshe's　'Miss　Bell。'　　It's　her　last　name。〃

Mrs。　Weatherstone　smiled　her　faint　smile。　　〃Wellwhy　not？　　Like　a
seamstress；　I　suppose。〃

〃Exactly。　　That's　what　she　said。　　〃If　this　labor　was　as　important　as
that　of　seamstress　or　governess　why　not　the　same　courtesyOh　she's　a
most　superior　_and_　opinionated　young　person；　I　can　see　that。〃

〃I　like　her　looks；〃　admitted　Mrs。　Weatherstone；　〃but　can't　we　look　over
those　plans　again；　there's　something　I　wanted　to　suggest。〃　　And　they
went　up　to　the　big　room　on　the　third　floor。

In　her　shop　and　at　her　work　Isabel　Porne　was　a　different　woman。　　She　was
eager　and　yet　calm；　full　of　ideas　and　ideals；　yet　with　a　practical
knowledge　of　details　that　made　her　houses　dear　to　the　souls　of　women。

She　pointed　out　in　the　new　drawings　the　practical　advantages　of　kitchen
and　pantry；　the　simple　but　thorough　ventilation；　the　deep　closets；　till
her　friend　fairly　laughed　at　her。　　〃And　you　say　you're　not　domestic！〃

〃I'm　a　domestic　architect；　if　you　like；〃　said　Isabel；　〃but　not　a
domestic　servant。I'll　remember　what　you　say　about　those　windowsit's
a　good　idea；〃　and　she　made　a　careful　note　of　Mrs。　Weatherstone's
suggestion。

That　lady　pushed　the　plans　away　from　her；　and　went　to　the　many　cushioned
lounge　in　the　wide　west　window；　where　she　sat　so　long　silent　that　Isabel
followed　at　last　and　took　her　hand。

〃Did　you　love　him　so　much？〃　she　asked　softly。

〃Who？〃　was　the　surprising　answer。

〃WhyMr。　Weatherstone；〃　said　Mrs。　Porne。

〃Nonot　very　much。　　But　he　was　something。〃

Isabel　was　puzzled。　　〃I　knew　you　so　well　in　school；〃　she　said；　〃and　that
gay　year　in　Paris。　　You　were　always　a　dear；　submissive　quiet　little
thingbut　not　like　this。　　What's　happened　Viva？〃

〃Nothing　that　anybody　can　help；〃　said　her　friend。　　〃Nothing　that
matters。　　What　does　matter；　anyway？　　Fuss　and　fuss　and　fuss。　　Dress　and
entertain。　　Travel　till　you're　tired；　and　rest　till　you're　crazy！　
Thenwhen　a　real　thing　happensthere's　all　this！〃　and　she　lifted　her
black　draperies　disdainfully。　　〃And　mourning　notepaper　and　cards　and
servant's　liveryand　all　the　things　you　mustn't　do！〃

Isabel　put　an　arm　around　her。　　〃Don't　mind；　dearyou'll　get　over
thisyou　are　young　enough　yetthe　world　is　full　of　things　to　do！〃

But　Mrs。　Weatherstone　only　smiled　her　faint　smile　again。　　〃I　loved
another　man；　first；〃　she　said。　　〃A　real　one。　　He　died。　　He　never　cared
for　me　at　all。　　I　cared　for　nothing　elsenothing　in　life。　　That's　why　I
married　Martin　Weatherstonenot　for　his　old　millionsbut　he　really
caredand　I　was　sorry　for　him。　　Now　he's　dead。　　And　I'm　wearing
thisand　still　mourning　for　the　other　one。〃

Isabel　held　her　hand；　stroked　it　softly；　laid　it　against　her　cheek。

〃Oh；　I'll　feel　differently　in　time；　perhaps！〃　said　her　visitor。

〃Maybe　if　you　took　hold　of　the　houseif　you　ran　things
yourself；〃ventured　Mrs。　Porne。

Mrs。　Weatherstone　laughed。　　〃And　turn　out　the　old　lady？　　You　don't　know
her。　　Why　she　managed　her　son　till　he　ran　away　from　herand　after　he
got　so　rich　and　imported　her　from　Philadelphia　to　rule　over　Orchardina
in　general　and　his　household　in　particular；　she　managed　that　poor　little
first　wife　of　his　into　her　grave；　and　that　wretched　boyhe's　the　only
person　that　manages　her！　　She's　utterly　spoiled　himthat　was　his
father's　constant　grief。　　No；　nolet　her　run　the　houseshe　thinks　she
owns　it。〃

〃She's　fond　of　you；　isn't　she？〃　asked　Mrs。　Porne。

〃O　I　guess　soif　I　let　her　have　her　own　way。　　And　she　certainly　saves
me　a　great　deal　of　trouble。　　Speaking　of　trouble；　there　they　areshe
said　she'd　stop　for　me。〃

At　the　gate　puffed　the　big　car；　a　person　in　livery　rang　the　bell；　and
Mrs。　Weatherstone　kissed　her　friend　warmly；　and　passed　like　a　heavy
shadow　along　the　rose…bordered　path。　　In　the　tonneau　sat　a　massive　old
lady　in　sober　silks；　with　a　set　impassive　countenance；　severely　correct
in　every　feature；　and　young　Mat　Weatherstone；　sulky　because　he　had　to
ride　with　his　grandmother　now　and　then。　　He　was　not　a　nice　young　man。

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Diantha　found　it　hard　to　write　her　home　letters；　especially　to　Ross。　
She　could　not