THE BANK PUTS ON THE SCREWS
was more genuine than any feeling of the kind she had
had for another woman in a longer time than she could
remember. Because, perhaps, the girl was so strikingly
her opposite in every particular, she admired Kate exceedingly. The freshness of her candid friendly face,
her general wholesomeness attracted her. She felt also
the latent strength of character beneath the ingenuous
surface, and the girl's courage and self-reliance drew her
in her own trembling uncertainty at this period, like a
magnet.
Mrs. Toomey's impulses were more often kind than otherwise, and she would have liked nothing better than to have gone to Kate in this crisis, for she believed thoroughly in Kate's innocence and guessed how much she needed a woman's friendship. Mrs. Toomey had a rather active conscience and it troubled her.
Naturally, she had not forgotten the "handshake agreement" which was to cement their friendship, but she argued that as Kate had not been able to fulfill her share of it she could not be expected to live up to her end, since it would mean opposition from Jap and no benefit to offset it. But in her heart Mrs. Toomey knew that it was not Jap she feared so much as the disapproval of Mrs. Abram Pantin.
Toomey was brooding as usual, when footsteps were heard on the wooden sidewalk and a sharp rap followed.
Mrs. Toomey was kneading bread on the kitchen table. Toomey had sold a pair of silver sugar tongs to a cowpuncher who opined that they were the very thing he had been looking for with which to eat oysters. The slipperiness of a raw oyster annoyed and embarrassed him, so he purchased the tongs gladly, and the sack of flour which resulted gave Mrs. Toomey a feeling of comparative security while it lasted.
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