"Oh, just Gladys and Jimmy Roberts."
"Well, you'll have to tell me all about it."
"There isn't very much to tell, they just came to dinner and then we played bridge. Well, take care of yourself, Aunt Kate; don't catch cold this changeable weather."
"Good-by, dear. Don't forget to come in this afternoon. I want you to see my scillas; they're a sight!"
She felt so safe about Joe, because of his eyes. But—one day he came home and told her he had been accepted.
The world slipped under her feet, whirling from Monday to Tuesday, from Tuesday to Wednesday, so fast that she was dizzy, whirling her to the day when she must say good-by to him.
Do things! Do things! Don't stop to think! Don't let yourself remember that Joe is going to-morrow.
"Effa!"
"Yeh-a?"
Yeh-a! That girl! But you couldn't say a word to the Ashburns; they were so independent. Kate had to content herself with speaking in a voice full of quiet dignity, meant to convey her reproach.
"Please use a glass of the wild-grape jelly with the chicken to-night, Effa. Mr. Joe likes it better than currant. How's the oven for my cake?"
"Seems bout right, Mis' Green."
"I thought I'd try Mrs. Baylow's recipe. Mr. Joe
