Summary

The Wit and Humor of America, Volume IX…

Cairnes at home, and the conversation had been more or less acrimonious, as often of late. Just before dusk there came a great burst of sun, and the whole heavens were suffused with splendor.
"O Julia! Come here, come quick, and see this sunset!" cried Mrs. Maybury. But Julia did not come. "Oh! I can't bear to have you lose it," urged the philanthropic lover of nature again. "There! It's streaming up the very zenith. I never saw such color—do come."
"Mercy, Sophia! You're always wanting people to leave what they're about and see something! My lap's full of worsteds."
"Well," said Sophia.
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The Wit and Humor of America, Volume IX…

She came in one day, and there was that inner curtain strung wide open, and the sun pouring through the plants in a broad radiance. Before she took off her bonnet she stepped to the window and drew the curtain.
"Oh!" cried Mrs. Maybury, "what made you do that? The sunshine is so pleasant."
"I can't have the sun streaming in here and taking all the color out of my carpet, Sophia!" said Julia, with some asperity.
"But the sun is so very healthy," urged Mrs. Maybury.
"Oh, well! I can't be getting a new carpet every day."
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The Wit and Humor of America, Volume IX…

Cairnes then felt that after a long life of nothingness, fate was smiling on her; here was friendship, interest, comfort, company, content. No more lonesomeness now. Here was a motive for coming home; here was somebody to come home to! And she straightway put the thing to touch, by coming home from her prayer-meeting, her bible-class, her Ladies' Circle, her First Charitable, and taking in a whole world of pleasure in Sophia's waiting presence, her welcoming smile, her voice asking for the news. And if Sophia were asking for the news, news there must be to give Sophia!
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