Elsies Kith and Kin | Page 2

and the needed supplies from pantry and storeroom, they went to
the sewing-room, to give some directions to Christine and Alma.
She lingered there for a little, trying on a morning-dress they were
making for her, then repaired to her boudoir, intent upon beginning her
studies, which had been rather neglected of late, in the excitement of
the preparations for the departure of the greater part of the family for a
winter at Viamede.
But she had scarcely taken out her books, when the sound of wheels on
the avenue attracted her attention; and glancing from the window, she
saw the Roselands carriage draw up at the front entrance, and Ella
Conly alight from it, and run up the veranda steps.
"There, I'll not do much studying to-day, I'm afraid," said Zoe, half
aloud; "for, even if it's only a call she has come for, she'll not leave
under an hour."
She hastily replaced the books in the drawer from which she had taken
them,--for she had a feeling, only half acknowledged even to herself, of
repugnance to having Ella know of her studies,--Ella, who had
graduated from boarding-school, and evidently felt herself thoroughly
educated,--and hurried down to meet and welcome her guest.
"I told Cal and Art, I thought you'd be sure to feel dreadfully lonely
to-day, after seeing everybody but Ned start off on a long journey, and
so I'd come and spend the day with you," said Ella, when the two had
exchanged kisses, and inquiries after each other's health.
"It was very kind and thoughtful in you," returned Zoe, leading the way
into the parlor usually occupied by the family, where an open wood fire

blazed cheerily on the hearth.
"Take this easy-chair, won't you?" she said, wheeling it a little nearer
the grate; "and Dinah shall carry away your wraps when it suits you to
doff them. I wish cousins Cal and Art would invite themselves to dine
with us too."
"Art's very busy just now," said Ella: "there's a good deal of sickness,
and I don't believe he's spent a whole night at home for the last week or
more."
"Dear me! I wouldn't be a doctor for any thing, nor a doctor's wife!"
exclaimed Zoe.
"Well, I don't know: there's something to be said on both sides of that
question," laughed Ella. "I can tell you, Art would make a mighty good
husband; and it's very handy, in ease of sickness, to have the doctor in
the house."
"Yes; but, according to your account, he's generally somewhere else
than in his own house," returned Zoe playfully.
Ella laughed. "Yes," she said, "doctors do have a hard life; but, if you
say so to Art, he always says he has never regretted having chosen the
medical profession, because it affords so many opportunities for doing
good. It's plain he makes that the business of his life. I'm proud of Art. I
don't believe there's a better man anywhere. I was sick last summer, and
you wouldn't believe how kindly he nursed me."
"You can't tell me any thing about him that I should think too good to
believe," said Zoe. "He's our family doctor, you remember; and, of
course, we are all attached to him on that account, as well as because of
the relationship."
"Yes, to be sure. There, Dinah, you may carry away my hat and cloak,"
Ella said, divesting herself of them as she spoke, "but leave the satchel.
I brought my fancy-work, Zoe: one has to be industrious now, as
Christmas is coming. I decided to embroider a pair of slippers for each

of my three brothers. Walter does not expect to get home; so I made his
first, as they had to travel so far. I'm nearly done with Art's, and then I
have Cal's to do."
"Oh, how pretty!" exclaimed Zoe, examining the work: "and that's a
new stitch; won't you teach it to me?"
"Yes, indeed, with pleasure. And I want you to teach me how to crochet
that lace I saw you making the other day. I thought it so pretty."
The two spent a pleasant morning chatting together over their
fancy-work, saying nothing very wise, perhaps, but neither did they say
any thing harmful: an innocent jest now and again, something--usually
laudatory--about some member of the family connection, and remarks
and directions about their work, formed the staple of their talk.
"Oh! how did it come that you and Ned staid behind when all the rest
went to Viamede for the winter?" asked Ella.
"Business kept my husband, and love for him and his society kept me,"
returned Zoe, with a look and smile that altogether belied any suspicion
Ella might have had that she was fretting over the disappointment.
"Didn't you want to go?"
"Yes, indeed,