Part 162 (2/2)

Mrs. Grey looked at him coldly.

”I do not take the least interest in your talking machines, Henry, as I have told you before.”

She had, many times before, but Uncle Henry never could learn the astonis.h.i.+ng fact. He was more interested in his machines than he was in his business, by far; and spent all his spare time in tinkering with them.

”I think they are wonderful,” said little Josie.

”You're my only friend, Kid! I believe you understand 'em almost as well is I do,” her Uncle answered gaily; and finished his breakfast as quickly as possible.

So did everybody. It was not appetizing to have Grandma say ”How you do dawdle over your meals, Louise!”

Little Josephine slipped down from her chair, with a whispered ”Scuse me Mama!” and whisked into her play room.

”How you do spoil that child!” said Grandma, and Mama closed her lips tight and looked at her husband.

”Now Mother, don't you fret about Josie,” said he. ”She's a good little girl and quiet as a mouse.”

”Anything I can do for you downtown, Mother?”

”No thank you Joseph. I'll go to my room and be out of Louise's way.”

”You're not in my way at all, Mother--won't you sit down stairs?”

Young Mrs. Grey made a brave effort to speak cordially, but old Mrs.

Grey only looked injured, and said ”No thank you, Louise,” as she went upstairs.

Dr. Grey looked at his wife. She met his eyes steadily, cheerfully.

”I think Mother's looking better, don't you dear?” she said.

”There's nothing at all the matter with my mother--except--” he shut his mouth hard. ”There are things I cannot say, Louise,” he continued, ”but others I can. Namely; that for sweetness and patience and gentleness you--you beat the Dutch! And I do appreciate it. One can't turn one's Mother out of the house, but I do resent her having another doctor!”

”I'd love your Mother, Joseph, if--if she was a thousand times worse!”

his wife answered; and he kissed her with grateful love.

Sarah came in to clear the table presently, and Ellen stood in the pantry door to chat with her.

”Never in my life did I see any woman wid the patience of her!” said Ellen, wiping her mouth on her ap.r.o.n.

”She has need of it,” said Sarah. ”Any Mother-in-law is a trial I've heard, but this wan is the worst. Why she must needs live with 'em I don't see--she has daughters of her own.”

”Tis the daughter's husbands won't put up wid her,” answered Ellen, ”they havin' the say of course. This man's her son--and he has to keep her if she will stay.”

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