If he does, I dunno but she'll
think she's got to."
"I say it's a shame," put in Mrs. Robbins incisively; "an' Isabel with
everything all fixed complete so 't she could have a good time. Her
sister's well married, an' Isabel stays every night with her. Them two
girls have been together ever sence their father died. An' here she's
got the school, an' she's goin' to Sudleigh every Saturday to take
lessons in readin', an' she'd be as happy as a cricket, if on'y he'd
let her alone."
"She reads real well," said Mrs. Ellison. "She come over to our
sociable an' read for us. She could turn herself into anybody she'd a
mind to. Len wrote a notice of it for the 'Star.' That's the only time
we've had oysters over our way."
"I'd let it be the last," piped up a thin old lady, with a long figured
veil over her face. "It's my opinion oysters lead to dancin'."
"Well, let 'em lead," said optimistic Mrs. Page. "I guess we needn't
foller."
"Them that have got rheumatism in their knees can stay behind," said
the young married woman, drawn by the heat of the moment into a daring
at once to be repented. "Mrs. Ellison, you're getting ahead of us over
in your parish. They say you sing out of sheet music."
"Yes, they do say so," interrupted the old lady under the figured veil.
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