CHAPTER XV
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ingthingsovernowthattheworstwasout.Butshehadnevertoldaboutthebannister.
“Itwillbeonlyastepfromthattorealswearing,”saidUncleJamessternly.
“Theworstofthis”—Mrs.Frederickhuntedforadryspotonherhandkerchief—“isthateveryonewillknownowthatsheisderanged.Wecan’tkeepitasecretanylonger.Oh,Icannotbearit!”
“Youshouldhavebeenstricterwithherwhenshewasyoung,”saidUncleBenjamin.
“Idon’tseehowIcouldhavebeen,”saidMrs.Frederick—truthfullyenough.
“TheworstfeatureofthecaseisthatSnaithscoundrelisalwayshangingaroundRoaringAbel’s,”saidUncleJames.“IshallbethankfulifnothingworsecomesofthismadfreakthanafewweeksatRoaringAbel’s.CissyGaycan’tlivemuchlonger.”
“Andshedidn’teventakeherflannelpetticoat!”lamentedCousinStickles.
“I’llseeAmbroseMarshagainaboutthis,”saidUncleBenjamin—meaningValancy,nottheflannelpetticoat.
“I’llseeLawyerFerguson,”saidUncleJames.
“Meanwhile,”addedUncleBenjamin,“letusbecalm.”
