"You got all the things new?" said Rebecca hesitatingly, with a
jealous memory of her dead sister's bridal furnishings.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dent; "I was never one to want dead folks' things,
and I had money enough of my own, so I wasn't beholden to John. I
had the old duds put up at auction. They didn't bring much."
"I suppose you saved some for Agnes. She'll want some of her poor
mother's things when she is grown up," said Rebecca with some
indignation.
The defiant stare of Mrs. Dent's blue eyes waxed more intense.
"There's a few things up garret," said she.
"She'll be likely to value them," remarked Rebecca. As she spoke
she glanced at the window. "Isn't it most time for her to be
coming home?" she asked.
"Most time," answered Mrs. Dent carelessly; "but when she gets over
to Addie Slocum's she never knows when to come home."
"Is Addie Slocum her intimate friend?"
"Intimate as any."
"Maybe we can have her come out to see Agnes when she's living with
me," said Rebecca wistfully. "I suppose she'll be likely to be
homesick at first."
"Most likely," answered Mrs. Dent.
"Does she call you mother?" Rebecca asked.
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