But with all the weariness,
there was no irritation; there was only in their nostrils a curious
perfume as of lavender and old lace, and in their hearts a strange
exaltation as if they had that day been allowed a glad part in a sacred
rite. As for Miss Priscilla and Miss Amelia, they went home awed, yet
triumphant: when one has waited forty years to make a purchase one does
not make that purchase lightly.
"To-morrow we will go over to Mis' Snow's and see about having them made
up," said Miss Priscilla with a sigh of content, as the stage lumbered
through the dusty home streets.
"Yes; we want them rich, but plain," supplemented Miss Amelia,
rapturously. "Dear me, Priscilla, but I am tired!"
In spite of their weariness the sisters did not get to bed very early
that night. They could not decide whether the top drawer of the spare-
room bureau or the long box in the parlor closet would be the safer
refuge for their treasure. And when the matter was decided, and the
sisters had gone to bed, Miss Priscilla, after a prolonged discussion,
got up and moved the silk to the other place, only to slip out of bed
later, after a much longer discussion, and put it back. Even then they
did not sleep well: for the first time in their lives they knew the
responsibility that comes with possessions; they feared--burglars.
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