Another book by the author of "Mary Cary"-- and Mary Cary herself is in it.
and a runabout, keeps three servants, gives to everything, spends freely, and never tells how she gets the money."
"And that's something good people will never forgive, will they, Lizzie?"
Miss Gibbie Gault leaned forward and tapped the table on which Mrs. Pryor's hands were resting with the tip of the turkey-wing fan. "Though one feeds the hungry and clothes the naked, brings cleanliness out of dirt, and gladness where was dulness, makes flowers grow where were weeds, it profiteth nothing--if one's business is not told. Be honest, Lizzie. Isn't that so?"
Mrs. Moon glanced anxiously at the clock on the mantel just under the portrait of Mrs. Tate's great-grandfather, and hurriedly folded her work. She never came to a meeting of the Needlework Guild if she thought it likely Miss Gibbie would be there. But Miss Gibbie was even less regular than Miss Honoria Brockenborough, and her attendance to-day was evidently for a purpose. By herself Miss Gibbie was an Occasion, a visit to her was an exp