"We both live on Billy-goat Hill. We always wave to each other when I
pass by, don't we, Chick?"
Chick, who was partially under the bed, still in his character of
intrepid hunter, acknowledged the fact with such a torrent of
enthusiastic incoherence that Myrtella interrupted sternly:
"Come out here this minute. It's time for you to be going on home
anyhow. First thing I know I'll be getting complained at for having
you hanging around so much. And look at your hands, Bertie
Queerington! You are going to get put in the bath-tub right off,
that's what you are going to get!"
"I'll bathe him," said Miss Lady eagerly.
"No," said Myrtella firmly, "there can't nobody but me manage him."
But in spite of the ferocity of Myrtella's aspect, there was a
softened gleam in her eye that showed that the new mistress had begun
by giving satisfaction.
The first few days after her arrival, Miss Lady spent in the dim
parlor receiving callers. All the Doctor's relatives having survived
their spasms of indignation over his marriage, united in a prompt
determination to train up his young wife in the way she should go.
Advice as various as it was profuse, was showered upon her.
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