Jerome, A Poor Man - A Novel by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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ten miles to notify her of the funeral. He scowled hard at her and
the three little girls after they had returned to their seats. One of the girls, a pretty child with red curls, caught his frown, and stared at him with scared but fascinated blue eyes. Supper was announced shortly. Belinda Lamb, instigated by Paulina Maria, stood in the door and said, with melancholy formality, "Will you come out now and have a little refreshment before you go home?" Ann did not stir. The others went out lingeringly, holding back for politeness' sake; she sat still with her black veil over her face and her black gloved hands crossed in her lap. Paulina Maria came to her and tried to induce her to remove her bonnet and have some tea with the rest, but she shook her head. "I want to just sit here and keep still till they're gone," said she. She sat there. Some of the others came and added their persuasions to Paulina Maria's, but she was firm. Jerome remained beside his mother; Elmira had been bidden to go into the other room and help wait upon the company. "There's room for Jerome at the table, if you ain't coming," said Paulina Maria to Ann; but Jerome answered for himself. "I'll wait till that crowd are gone," said he, with a fierce gesture. "You wouldn't speak that way if you were my boy," said Paulina Maria. Jerome muttered under his breath that he wasn't her boy. Paulina Maria cast a stern glance at him as she went out. |
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