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kitchen where Mary's sister was helping Mary with the extra work due to Persis' engrossing activities. "Keep an eye on Celia and the baby, girls. If they say they're hungry try 'em with bread and butter without any sugar. I'll probably be back before the rest get home from school, but if I'm not here, tell 'em not to go away. We'll have a good ride before supper." The West dwelling had that look of peaceful complacency characteristic of well-ordered establishments in mid-afternoon. Persis entered by the unlocked kitchen door, carrying Mrs. West's skirt over her arm. "Mis' West," she called challengingly, "Mis' West." And then as the silence remained unbroken, she found her irritation evaporating in anxiety. Could anything be wrong? "Mis' West," she called again at the foot of the stairs, and an observer could have argued from her altered voice a corresponding psychological change. A sound answered her, something between a grunt and a groan, and sufficient to send her scurrying up the stairs with a marked acceleration of the pulse. Her vague foreboding took shape when as she reached the upper hall, she caught sight of a prostrate figure, partially visible through a half-open door. "A stroke!" thought Persis, and the black silk slipping from her arm, dropped in an unheeded heap. The recumbent figure did not move as Persis flew down the hall, but as she entered the room, the head stirred slightly as if to look in her direction. Persis dropped upon her knees. "Can you understand me, Etta?" she spoke with terrifying gentleness. "Don't be a fool, Persis Dale." The vehemence of the rejoinder was startling. "Why shouldn't I understand?" "Then it's just a fall, is it?" Mrs. West hesitated before replying. "No," she returned in a tone of marked irritability, "I didn't fall." "Then what's the matter?" "I didn't say there was anything the matter, did I?" Mrs. West's ill humor seemed to be gaining on her. "I s'pose if a body wants to lie down for a while--in her own room--after her day's work is done--her neighbors haven't any real call to make a fuss." The amazed Persis continued in a kneeling position, her bewilderment rendering her incapable of movement. "You mean that you're lying here--because you like it?" "On a warm day," said Mrs. West with dignity, "a floor's cooler than a bed and it saves mussing the spread." Persis studied her thoughtfully. "I can't say you look cool, Mis' W
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