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She put it like this： she says she hasn't got religion； or any of that。 She
says she's no different than she was when she was twenty。 She says that
for the last ten years the ambition of her life has been to be able to go into
a grocery store and ask the price of； say； celery； and； if the clerk charged
her ten when it ought to be seven； to be able to sass him with a regular
piece of her mind and then sail out and trade somewhere else until he
saw that she didn't have to stand anything from storekeepers； any more
than any other woman that did her own marketing。 She's a smart woman；
Blanche is！ God knows I ain't taking her partexactly； but she talked a
little； and the mayor and me got a little of her history。〃
A sneer appeared on the face of the Very Young Husband。 He had
been known before he met Jen as a rather industrious sower of wild oats。
He knew a thing or two； did the Very Young Husband； in spite of his youth！
He always fussed when Jen wore even a V…necked summer gown on the
street。
〃Oh； she wasn't playing for sympathy；〃 went on Alderman Mooney in
answer to the sneer。 〃She said she'd always paid her way and always
expected to。 Seems her husband left her without a cent when she was
eighteenwith a baby。 She worked for four dollars a week in a cheap
eating house。 The two of 'em couldn't live on that。 Then the baby〃
〃Good night！〃 said the Very Young Husband。 〃I suppose Mrs。
Mooney's going to call？〃
〃Minnie！ It was her scolding all through supper that drove me down
to monkey with the furnace。 She's wildMinnie is。〃 He peeled off his
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overalls and hung them on a nail。 The Young Husband started to ascend
the cellar stairs。 Alderman Mooney laid a detaining finger on his sleeve。
〃Don't say anything in front of Minnie！ She's boiling！ Minnie and the
kids are going to visit her folks out West this summer； so I wouldn't so
much as dare to say ‘Good morning！' to the Devine woman。 Anyway； a
person wouldn't talk to her； I suppose。 But I kind of thought I'd tell you
about her。
〃Thanks！〃 said the Very Young Husband dryly。
In the early spring； before Blanche Devine moved in； there came
stone… masons； who began to build something。 It was a great stone
fireplace that rose in massive incongruity at the side of the little white
cottage。 Blanche Devine was trying to make a home for herself。
Blanche Devine used to come and watch them now and then as the
work progressed。 She had a way of walking round and round the house；
looking up at it and poking at plaster and paint with her umbrella or finger
tip。 One day she brought with her a man with a spade。 He spaded up a
neat square of ground at the side of the cottage and a long ridge near the
fence that separated her yard from that of the Very Young Couple next
door。 The ridge spelled sweet peas and nasturtiums to our small…town
eyes。
On the day that Blanche Devine moved in there was wild agitation
among the white…ruffed bedroom curtains of the neighborhood。 Later on
certain odors； as of burning dinners； pervaded the atmosphere。 Blanche
Devine； flushed and excited； her hair slightly askew； her diamond eardrops
flashing； directed the moving； wrapped in her great fur coat； but on the
third morning we gasped when she appeared out…of…doors； carrying a little
household ladder； a pail of steaming water； and sundry voluminous white
cloths。 She reared the little ladder against the side of the house； mounted
it cautiously； and began to wash windows with housewifely thoroughness。
Her stout figure was swathed in a gray sweater and on her head was a
battered felt hatthe sort of windowwashing costume that has been worn
by women from time immemorial。 We noticed that she used plenty of
hot water and clean rags； and that she rubbed the glass until it sparkled；
leaning perilously sideways on the ladder to detect elusive streaks。 Our
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keenest housekeeping eye could find no fault with the way Blanche
Devine washed windows。
By May； Blanche Devine had left off her diamond eardropsperhaps it
was their absence that gave her face a new expression。 When she went
downtown we noticed that her hats were more like the hats the other
women in our town wore； but she still affected extravagant footgear； as is
right and proper for a stout woman who has cause to be vain of her feet。
We noticed that her trips downtown were rare that spring and summer。 She
used to come home laden with little bundles； and before supper she would
change her street clothes for a neat； washable housedress； as is our thrifty
custom。 Through her bright windows we could see her moving briskly
about from kitchen to sitting room； and from the smells that floated out
from her kitchen door； she seemed to be preparing for her solitary supper
the same homely viands that were frying or stewing or baking in our
kitchens。 Sometimes you could detect the delectable scent of browning；
hot tea biscuit。 It takes a determined woman to make tea biscuit for no
one but herself。
Blanche Devine joined the church。 On the first Sunday morning she
came to the service there was a little flurry among the ushers at the
vestibule door。 They seated her well in the rear。 The second Sunday
morning a dreadful thing happened。 The woman next to whom they
seated her turned； regarded her stonily for a moment； then rose agitatedly
and moved to a pew across the aisle。
Blanche Devine's face went a dull red beneath her white powder。 She
never came againthough we saw the minister visit her once or twice。
She always accompanied him to the door pleasantly； holding it well open
until he was down the little flight of steps and on the sidewalk。 The
minister's wife did not call。
She rose early； like the rest of us； and as summer came on we used to
see her moving about in her little garden patch in the dewy； golden
morning。 She wore absurd pale…blue negligees that made her stout figure
loom immense against the greenery of garden and apple tree。 The
neighborhood women viewed these negligees with Puritan disapproval as
they smoothed down their own prim； starched gingham skirts。 They said
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it was disgusting and perhaps it was； but the habit of years is not easily
overcome。 Blanche Devinesnipping her sweet peas； peering anxiously
at the Virginia creeper that clung with such fragile fingers to the trellis；
watering the flower baskets that hung from her porchwas blissfully
unconscious of the disapproving eyes。 I wish one of us had just stopped
to call good morning to her over the fence； and to say in our neighborly；
small…town way： 〃My； ain't this a scorcher！ So early too！ It'll be
fierce by noon！〃
But we did not。
I think perhaps the evenings must have been the loneliest for her。
The summer evenings in our little town are filled with intimate； human；
neighborly sounds。 After the heat of the day it is pleasant to relax in the
cool comfort of the front porch； with the life of the town eddying about us。
We sew and read out there until it grows dusk。 We call across lots to our
next… door neighbor。 The men water the lawns and the flower boxes and
get together in little； quiet groups to discuss the new street paving。 I have
even known Mrs。 Hines to bring her cherries out there when she had
canning to do； and pit them there on the front porch partially shielded by
her porch vine； but no