Part 31 (1/2)

”I'm sure,” the former went on, rather helplessly, ”we had to work hard enough for everything we got. And so we appreciated it.”

”So many things were not done for young people then,” said Mrs. Corey, not recognising the early-hards.h.i.+ps standpoint of Mrs. Lapham. ”But I don't know that they are always the better for it now,” she added vaguely, but with the satisfaction we all feel in uttering a just commonplace.

”It's rather hard living up to blessings that you've always had,” said Penelope.

”Yes,” replied Mrs. Corey distractedly, and coming back to her slowly from the virtuous distance to which she had absented herself. She looked at the girl searchingly again, as if to determine whether this were a touch of the drolling her son had spoken of. But she only added: ”You will enjoy the sunsets on the Back Bay so much.” ”Well, not unless they're new ones,” said Penelope. ”I don't believe I could promise to enjoy any sunsets that I was used to, a great deal.”

Mrs. Corey looked at her with misgiving, hardening into dislike. ”No,”

she breathed vaguely. ”My son spoke of the fine effect of the lights about the hotel from your cottage at Nantasket,” she said to Mrs.

Lapham.

”Yes, they're splendid!” exclaimed that lady. ”I guess the girls went down every night with him to see them from the rocks.”

”Yes,” said Mrs. Corey, a little dryly; and she permitted herself to add: ”He spoke of those rocks. I suppose both you young ladies spend a great deal of your time on them when you're there. At Nahant my children were constantly on them.”

”Irene likes the rocks,” said Penelope. ”I don't care much about them,--especially at night.”

”Oh, indeed! I suppose you find it quite as well looking at the lights comfortably from the veranda.”

”No; you can't see them from the house.”

”Oh,” said Mrs. Corey. After a perceptible pause, she turned to Mrs.

Lapham. ”I don't know what my son would have done for a breath of sea air this summer, if you had not allowed him to come to Nantasket. He wasn't willing to leave his business long enough to go anywhere else.”

”Yes, he's a born business man,” responded Mrs. Lapham enthusiastically. ”If it's born in you, it's bound to come out.

That's what the Colonel is always saying about Mr. Corey. He says it's born in him to be a business man, and he can't help it.” She recurred to Corey gladly because she felt that she had not said enough of him when his mother first spoke of his connection with the business. ”I don't believe,” she went on excitedly, ”that Colonel Lapham has ever had anybody with him that he thought more of.”

”You have all been very kind to my son,” said Mrs. Corey in acknowledgment, and stiffly bowing a little, ”and we feel greatly indebted to you. Very much so.” At these grateful expressions Mrs.

Lapham reddened once more, and murmured that it had been very pleasant to them, she was sure. She glanced at her daughter for support, but Penelope was looking at Mrs. Corey, who doubtless saw her from the corner of her eyes, though she went on speaking to her mother.

”I was sorry to hear from him that Mr.--Colonel?--Lapham had not been quite well this summer. I hope he's better now?”

”Oh yes, indeed,” replied Mrs. Lapham; ”he's all right now. He's hardly ever been sick, and he don't know how to take care of himself.

That's all. We don't any of us; we're all so well.”

”Health is a great blessing,” sighed Mrs. Corey.

”Yes, so it is. How is your oldest daughter?” inquired Mrs. Lapham.

”Is she as delicate as ever?”

”She seems to be rather better since we returned.” And now Mrs. Corey, as if forced to the point, said bunglingly that the young ladies had wished to come with her, but had been detained. She based her statement upon Nanny's sarcastic demand; and, perhaps seeing it topple a little, she rose hastily, to get away from its fall. ”But we shall hope for some--some other occasion,” she said vaguely, and she put on a parting smile, and shook hands with Mrs. Lapham and Penelope, and then, after some lingering commonplaces, got herself out of the house.

Penelope and her mother were still looking at each other, and trying to grapple with the effect or purport of the visit, when Irene burst in upon them from the outside.

”O mamma! wasn't that Mrs. Corey's carriage just drove away?”