This was only a run in, she said, never dreaming that, "for fear of what might happen if she was urged to stay to tea," her mother had deposited in her capacious pocket the shirt-sleeve of unbleached cotton she was making for Tim.
And so about four o'clock the twain started for the house of Mrs.
Markham, who saw them coming and welcomed them warmly.

She was always glad to see Mrs.Jones, and she was doubly glad to-day, for it seemed to her that some trouble had come upon her which made neighborly sympathy and neighborly intercourse more desirable than ever.

Added to this, there was in her heart an unconfessed pride in Ethelyn and a desire to show her off.

"Miss Jones was not going to stir home a step till after supper," she said, as that lady demurred at laying off her bonnet.

"She had got to stay and see Richard; besides that, they were going to have waffles and honey, with warm gingerbread." Nobody who had once tested them, could withstand Mrs.Markham's waffles and gingerbread.