along in, Susan, this minute," called out Mrs. Church. "Come, my
pet, and let's have a little talk."
"Go, Susy, and be quick about it," said her mother.
By the aid of Tom and Mrs. Hopkins, who pushed Susy from behind, she
was induced to re-enter the little parlor. There, indeed, all things had
changed. Kathleen called to her, made room for her on the same chair,
and held her hand. Mrs. Church glanced from one to the other. Only too
well did she see the difference between them. One was a rather plain
little girl, the daughter of her own relation; the other was a lady,
beautiful, stately, and magnificently dressed.
"I know her kind," thought Aunt Church. "I have aired beds for quality
of that sort, and I have watched them when they danced in the big
ballroom, and watched them, too, when their sweethearts came along, and
seen--oh, yes, many, many things have I seen, and many, many things have
I heard of those fair young ladies of quality. She belongs to them, and
she likes that good-for-nothing, pert little Susy Hopkins! Yet it don't
matter to me. Susy shall have my good graces if she has secured those of
Miss Kathleen O'Hara."
Accordingly, Mrs. Church changed her tactics. She praised Susy in
honeyed words to the visitor.
"A good little girl, miss, and deserving of anything that those who are
better off can do for her. She is a great help to her mother.--Mary
Hopkins, come nigh, dear. You are very fond of your Susy, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," said Mrs. Hopkins in an affectionate voice.
Susy longed to keep up her anger, but she could not. She was soon
smiling and flushing.
"And what a neat little bodice my Susy is wearing!" said Mrs. Church.
"And bought with her own hard-earned savings. You wouldn't think so,
would you, miss?"
"It gives her great credit," said Kathleen in a calm voice. "I like
people to wear smart clothes, don't you, Mrs. Church? If you lived on
our estate, I would dress you myself. I love to see our old ladies gaily
dressed. On Christmas Day they come to the castle and have dinner as
well as tea. It is wonderful how smart they look."
"They are very lucky ladies--very lucky," said Mrs. Church. "They don't
wear old bombazine like this, do they?"
"Your dress suits you very well, indeed," said Kathleen; "but my old
ladies wear velveteen dresses. They save them, of course. We don't want
them to be extravagant; but they always come up to the castle in
velveteen dresses, with white cap
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