h."
Mrs. Ostermaier's face was terrible. She gathered up her skirt and rose.
"I shall not tell Mr. Ostermaier what you have just said," she observed
with her mouth set hard. "We owe you a great deal, especially the return
of my earrings. But I must request, Miss Tish, that you do not voice
such sentiments in the Sunday school."
Tish watched her out. Then she sat down and rolled eleven cigarettes for
Charlie Sands, one after the other. At last she spoke.
"I'm not sure," she said tartly, "that if I had it to do over again I'd
do it. That woman's not a Christian. I was thinking," she went on, "of
giving them a part of the reward to go to Asbury Park with. But she'd
have to wear blinders on the bathing-beach, so I'll not do it."
However, I am ahead of my recital.
For a few days Tish said nothing more, but one Sunday morning, walking
home from church, she turned to me suddenly and said:--
"Lizzie, you're fat."
"I'm as the Lord made me," I replied with some spirit.
"Fiddlesticks!" said Tish. "You're as your own sloth and overindulgence
has made you. Don't blame the Good Man for it."
Now, I am a peaceful woman, and Tish is as my own sister, and indeed
even more so. But I was roused to anger by her speech.
"I've been fleshy all my life," I said. "I'm no lazier than most, and
I'm a dratted sight more agreeable than some I know, on account of
having the ends of my nerves padded."
But she switched to another subject in her characteristic manner.
"Have you ever reflected, either of you," she observed, "that we know
nothing of this great land of ours? That we sing of loving 'thy rocks
and rills, thy woods and templed hills'--although the word 'templed'
savors of paganism and does not belong in a national hymn? And that it
is all balderdash?"
Aggie took exception to this and said that she loved her native land,
and had been south to Pinehurst and west to see her niece in
Minneapolis, on account of the baby having been named for her.
But Tish merely listened with a grim smile. "Travel from a car window,"
she observed, "is no better than travel in a nickelodeon. I have done
all of that I am going to. I intend to become acquainted with my native
land, closely acquainted. State by State I shall wander over it,
refreshing soul and body and using muscles too long unused."
"Tish!" Aggie quavered. "You are not going on another walking-tour?"
Only a year or two before Tish had read Stevenson's "Travels with a
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