![]() ![]() Emerson carried her shawl and hat into the little adjoining bedroom. Meserve settled herself in the parlour rocking-chair, while Mrs. Here, I'll put them on my bed in the bedroom. Meserve, "and I thought I'd just run over a few minutes." "Well, I didn't have a thing on hand except my crochet work," responded Mrs. I am putting the ruffles on my new black dress skirt." I thought of coming over to your house this afternoon, but I couldn't bring my sewing very well. She was just in time, after drawing it up beside the opposite window, to greet her friend at the door. She returned the greeting with enthusiasm, then rose hurriedly, ran into the cold parlour and brought out one of the best rocking-chairs. Meserve was a pretty woman, moving with graceful flirts of ruffling skirts her clear-cut, nervous face, as delicately tinted as a shell, looked brightly from the plumy brim of a black hat at Mrs. ![]() Meserve had married Simon Meserve and come to the village to live. The two women had been friends ever since Mrs. John Emerson was the first to whom she imparted it. Rhoda Meserve always had the news as soon as the news was in being, and generally Mrs. She also knew by a certain something about her general carriage-a thrusting forward of the neck, a bustling hitch of the shoulders-that she had important news. Rhoda Meserve coming down the street, and knew at once by the trend of her steps and the cant of her head that she meditated turning in at her gate. ![]() John Emerson, sitting with her needlework beside the window, looked out and saw Mrs. ![]()
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