Mrs. Brindley, certainly a sensible and serious
woman if ever there was one--Mrs. Brindley believed
so, and it must be so.
After that illness and before she began to go about,
she had fallen into several fits of hideous blues, had been
in despair as to the future. As soon as she saw something
of people--always the valuable, musical sort of
people--her spirits improved. And when she got a
few new dresses--very simple and inexpensive, but
stylish and charming--and the hats, too, were successful--
as soon as she was freshly arrayed she was singing
better and was talking hopefully of the career
again. Yes, it was really necessary that she live as
she had always been used to living.
When Stanley came back her account was drawn up
to the last cent of the proportionate amount. In fact,
it might have been a few dollars--a hundred or so--
overdrawn. She was not sure. Still, that was a small
matter. During the summer she would spend less, and
by fall she would be far ahead again--and ready to
buy fall clothes.
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