"So you did. Well, I'll go and look again."
Presently Amanda heard her sister's heavy step on the garret
stairs. Then she returned with a queer defiant expression on her
face.
"I carried it up garret, after all, and put it in the trunk," said,
she. "I declare, I forgot it. I suppose your being faint sort of
put it out of my head. There it was, folded up just as nice, right
where I put it."
Sophia's mouth was set; her eyes upon her sister's scared, agitated
face were full of hard challenge.
"Yes," murmured Amanda.
"I must go right down and see to that cake," said Sophia, going out
of the room. "If you don't feel well, you pound on the floor with
the umbrella."
Amanda looked after her. She knew that Sophia had not put that
purple dress of her dead Aunt Harriet in the trunk in the garret.
Meantime Miss Louisa Stark was settling herself in the southwest
chamber. She unpacked her trunk and hung her dresses carefully in
the closet. She filled the bureau drawers with nicely folded
linen and small articles of dress. She was a very punctilious
woman. She put on a black India silk dress with purple flowers.
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