Mary felt indignant.
'I'm sure we shall never get along if Tom remains so wrapped up in
his mother, and sister, and Limeton. A great deal to learn from
Louise, indeed!'
Mary could not get it through her little Mapleton head hut that she
was about to honour Limeton infinitely by going there, and that her
Mapleton manners and dress would be envied and copied by its
unsophisticated people and now to be told that she was to learn from
Louise!
Of course, she had a little cry, and made several foolish resolutions,
and then set about her preparations for an early departure with a
heavy heart.
A week later Mary was whirling along to Limeton, wondering what
Tom's relations would be like, and whether they were like him--
unpolished diamonds. Could he think so much of them if they were not
very nice? And although the people she knew from Limeton except Tom,
had been suggestive of smoke and petroleum to her, they surely would
be exceptions.
Mary's heart sank within her as the train neared the depot; such
miserable shanties formed the outskirts, such gloom hung in the air,
that she shuddered at the thought of having to stay even a week in
such a place.
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