The Next of Kin | Page 2

I was to be entertained. My
hostess, who came to the door herself in answer to our ring, was a
sweet-faced, little Southern woman transplanted here in northern
Canada, who with true Southern hospitality and thoughtfulness asked
me if I would not like to step right upstairs and "handsome up a bit"

before I went to the meeting,--"not but what you're looking right peart,"
she added quickly.
When I was shown upstairs to the spare room and was well into the
business of "handsoming up," I heard a small voice at the door
speaking my name. I opened the door and found there a small girl of
about seven years of age, who timidly asked if she might come in. I
told her that I was just dressing and would be glad to have her at some
other time. But she quickly assured me that it was right now that she
wished to come in, for she would like to see how I dressed. I thought
the request a strange one and brought the small person in to hear more
of it. She told me,
"I heard my mamma and some other ladies talking about you," she said,
"and wondering what you would be like; and they said that women like
you who go out making speeches never know how to dress themselves,
and they said that they bet a cent that you just flung your clothes
on,--and do you? Because I think it must be lovely to be able to fling
your clothes on--and I wish I could! Don't you tell that I told you, will
you?--but that is why I came over. I live over there,"--she pointed to a
house across the street,--"and I often come to this house. I brought over
a jar of cream this morning. My mamma sent it over to Mrs. Price,
because she was having you stay here."
"That was very kind of your mamma," I said, much pleased with this
evidence of her mother's good-will.
"Oh, yes," said my visitor. "My mamma says she always likes to help
people out when they are in trouble. But no one knows that I am here
but just you and me. I watched and watched for you, and when you
came nobody was looking and I slipped out and came right in, and
never knocked--nor nothin'."
I assured my small guest that mum was the word, and that I should be
delighted to have her for a spectator while I went on with the process of
making myself look as nice as nature would allow. But she was plainly
disappointed when she found that I was not one bit quicker about
dressing than plenty of others, even though she tried to speed me up a

little.
Soon the President came for me and took me to the Municipal Hall,
where the meeting was to be held.
I knew, just as soon as I went in, that it was going to be a good meeting.
There was a distinct air of preparedness about everything--some one
had scrubbed the floor and put flags on the wall and flowers in the
windows; over in the corner there was a long, narrow table piled up
with cups and saucers, with cake and sandwiches carefully covered
from sight; but I knew what caused the lumpiness under the white cloth.
Womanly instinct--which has been declared a safer guide than man's
reasoning--told me that there were going to be refreshments, and the
delightful odor of coffee, which escaped from the tightly closed boiler
on the stove, confirmed my deductions. Then I noticed that a handbill
on the wall spoke freely of it, and declared that every one was invited
to stay, although there did not seem to be much need of this
invitation--certainly there did not seem to be any climatic reason for
any one's leaving any place of shelter; for now the wind, confirming
our worst suspicions of it, began to drive frozen splinters of sleet
against the windows.
By three o'clock the hall was full,--women mostly, for it was still the
busy time for the men on the farms. Many of the women brought their
children with them. Soon after I began to speak, the children fell asleep,
tired out with struggling with wind and weather, and content to leave
the affairs of state with any one who wanted them. But the women
watched me with eager faces which seemed to speak back to me. The
person who drives ten miles against a head wind over bad roads to hear
a lecture is not generally disposed to slumber. The faces of these
women were so bright and interested that, when it was over, it seemed
to me that it had been a conversation where all had taken part.
The things that I