her, because the White House would have been a very nice place to stay at if Aunt Maria had not so often remembered to do her duty by you.
In the afternoon Uncle Toodlethwaite came, and he and Aunt Maria and a person in black with a shining black bag—Molly supposed he was Mr. Bates, who was to be brought by Uncle Toodlethwaite—sat in the dining-room with the door shut.
Molly went to help the kitchenmaid shell peas, in the little grass courtyard in the middle of the house. They sat on the kitchen steps, and Molly could hear the voices of Clements and the house-keeper through the open window of the servants' hall. She heard, but she did not think it was eavesdropping, or anything dishonourable, like listening at doors. They were talking quite out loud.
'And a dreadful blow it will be to us all, if true,' the housekeeper was saying.
'She thinks it's true,' said Clements; 'cried her eyes out, she did, and wired for her brother-in-law once removed.'
'Meaning her brother's brother-in-law—I see. But I don't know as I really understand the ins and outs of it even yet.'
