Ehe Aunts and Uncles
THE Dodsons were certainly a handsome family, and Mrs Glegg was not the least handsome of the sisters. As she sat in Mrs Tullivers arm-chair, no impartial observer could have dehat for a woman of fifty she had a very ely fad figure, though Tom and Maggie sidered their aunt Glegg as the type of ugliness. It is true she despised the advantages of e, for though, as she often observed, no woman had better clothes, it was not her way to wear her hings out before her old ones. Other women, if they liked, might have their best thread la every wash, but when Mrs Glegg died, it would be found that she had better lace laid by in the right-hand drawer of her wardrobe, in the Spotted Chamber, than ever Mrs Wooll of St Oggs had bought in her life, although Mrs Wooll wore her lace before it aid for. So of her curled fronts. Mrs Glegg had doubtless the glossiest and crispest brown curls in her drawers, as well as curls in various degrees of fuzzy laxness; but to look out on the week-day world from under a crisp and glossy front would be to introduce a most dream-like and unpleasant fusioween the sacred and the secular. Occasionally, indeed, Mrs Glegg wore one of her third-best fronts on a week-day visit, but not at a sisters house; especially not at Mrs Tullivers, who since her marriage had hurt her sisters feelings greatly by wearing her own hair, though, as Mrs Glegg observed to Mrs Deane, a mother of a family, like Bessy, with a husband always going to law, might have been expected to know better. But Bessy was always weak! So if Mrs Gleggs front to-day was more fuzzy and lax than usual, she had a design u: she intehe most pointed and cutting allusion to Mrs Tullivers bunches of blond curls separated from each other by a due wave of smoothness on each side of the parting. Mrs Tulliver had shed tears several times at sister Gleggs unkindness on the subject of these unmatronly curls, but the sciousness of looking the handsomer for them naturally administered support. Mrs Glegg chose to wear her bo in the house to-day - united and tilted slightly, of course - a frequent practice of hers when she was on a visit and happeo be in a severe humour: she didnt know what draughts there might be in strange houses. For the same reason she wore a small sable tippet which reached just to her shoulders and was very far from meeting across her well-formed chest, while her long neck rotected by a chevaux-de-frise of miscellaneous frilling. One would o be learned in the fashions of those times to know how far in the rear of them Mrs Gleggs slate-coloured silk gown must have been, but from certain stellations of small yellow spots upon it, and a mouldy odour about it suggestive of a damp clothes-chest, it robable that it beloo a stratum of garments just old enough to have e retly into wear.
Mrs Glegg held her large gold wat her hand with the many-doubled round her fingers, and observed to Mrs Tulliver who had just returned from a visit to the kit, that whatever it might be by other peoples clocks and watches, it was gone half-past twelve by hers.
`I dont know what ails sister Pullet, she tinued. `It used to be the way in our family for oo be as early as another - Im sure it was so in my poor fathers time - and not for one sister to sit half an hour before the others came. But if the ways o the family are altered it shant be my fault - Ill never be the oo e into a house when all the rest are going away. I wo sister Deane - sh