I have heard
her called her mother's right hand. I suppose you know what that means,
Miss Gussie?"
Dexie raised her eyes for one moment, but dropped them when she saw
Traverse looking at her intently. She was glad it was not a fashionable
belle he had chosen for his wife, for she knew what a position she must
hold if she was "her mother's right hand." That term told a long story to
one initiated into its duties.
"But I am not going to let you off with such a general answer, Mr.
Traverse," was Gussie's persistent reply, "so tell me at least _one_ thing
that you have seen her engaged in when you called upon her."
"Well, really, Miss Gussie, you fairly puzzle me, for I can't think of the
name of the work which I see her at most frequently," and he looked up as
if reflecting on the matter; then glancing over to Dexie, who sat by the
side table with a mending basket near, he added, "Oh! now I remember it. It
is 'family mending,' I believe you call it. You just put me in mind of it,
Miss Dexie," as Dexie raised an astonished pair of eyes to his face.
A sudden thought struck her, though she instantly refuted the idea, and
despised herself for entertaining it for a fraction of a moment; but Guy
had witnessed the flush that spread over her face as he uttered the words.
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