She had a kindly face, had Mrs.
Susan Sharpe.
"You feel better now, don't you?" said that worthy woman, the meal
completed. "Suppose you go to bed? You look tired. Let me undress you
and tuck you in."
And again willful Mollie submitted, and dropped asleep as soon as her
head was fairly on the pillow. Motherly Mrs. Sharpe "tucked her in" and
kissed her, and then, with the remains of the supper, went down-stairs
to partake of her own evening repast.
Mrs. Oleander took tea with her servants, and was very gossipy indeed.
So, too, was old Sully; so, likewise, was old Peter. The beverage that
exhilarates seemed to lighten their aged hearts wonderfully; but Mrs.
Susan Sharpe did not thaw out under the potent spell of the best English
breakfast tea. Silent and attentive, she ate, and drank, and listened,
and responded when directly addressed; and, when it was over, helped
Sally to clear up, and then pounced upon a basket of undarned hose under
the table, and worked away with a will. Her energy and good-will, and
the admirable manner in which she filled up the holes in the stockings
with wondrous crisscross work, quite won the hearts of both Sally and
Sally's mistress.
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