"I don't think
you'll convince anybody that mother's unfeeling," he said
indifferently.
"I'm not trying to convince anybody. I mean merely that in my opinion
--well, perhaps it may be just as wise for me to keep my opinions to
myself."
She paused expectantly, but her possible anticipation that George
would urge her to discard wisdom and reveal her opinion was not
fulfilled. His back was toward her, and he occupied himself with
opinions of his own about other matters. Fanny may have felt some
disappointment as she rose to withdraw.
However, at the last moment she halted with her hand upon the latch of
the screen door.
"There's one thing I hope," she said. "I hope at least she won't
leave off her full mourning on the very anniversary of Wilbur's
death!"
The light door clanged behind her, and the sound annoyed her nephew.
He had no idea why she thus used inoffensive wood and wire to
dramatize her departure from the veranda, the impression remaining
with him being that she was critical of his mother upon some point of
funeral millinery.
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