English without trying, when other Americans tried so hard. In the region
of harsh nasals, Clementina had never spoken through her nose, and she
was now as unaffected in these alien inflections as in the tender cooings
which used to rouse the misgivings of her brother Jim. When she was with
English people she employed them involuntarily, and when she was with
Americans she measurably lost them, so that after half an hour with Mr.
Hinkle, she had scarcely a trace of them, and with Mrs. Lander she always
spoke with her native accent.




XXIII

One Sunday night, toward the end of Lent, Mrs. Lander had another of her
attacks; she now began to call them so as if she had established an
ownership in them. It came on from her cumulative over-eating, again, but
the doctor was not so smiling as he had been with regard to the first.
Clementina had got ready to drive out to Miss Milray's for one of her
Sunday teas, but she put off her things, and prepared to spend the night
at Mrs. Lander's bedside. "Well, I should think you would want to," said
the sufferer. "I'm goin' to do everything for you, and you'd ought to be
willing to give up one of youa junketin's for me. I'm sure I don't know
what you see in 'em, anyway."

"Oh, I am willing, Mrs. Lander; I'm glad I hadn't stahted before it
began." Clementina busied herself with the pillows under Mrs. Lander's
dishevelled head, and the bedclothes disordered by her throes, while Mrs.
Lander went on.