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Was, Becky showed unmistakable signs of briefness and grumpiness of
speech, and declared that she was busy at home, and evidently did not
care for the news that an old AEolian harp had been discovered on a high
upper shelf and carried to one of the dormer windows, where it was then
wailing. The plaintive strains of it would have suited Becky's spirit
and temper of mind excellently. It did not occur to Betty until she was
going home, disappointed, that the club was beginning to make trouble;
then her own good temper was spoiled for that day, and she was angry
with Becky for thinking that she had no right to be intimate with
anybody else. So serious a disagreement had never parted them before.
Betty Leicester assured herself that Mary knew she was fond of her and
liked to be with her best, and that ought to be enough. The AEolian harp
was quite forgotten. Later in the day Betty happened to look across the
street as she was shutting the blinds in the upper hall, and saw Mary
Beck come proudly down her short front walk with her best hat on and go
stiffly away without a look across. The sight made her feel
misunderstood and lonely; and one minute later she was just going to
shout to Becky when she remembered that it was a far cry and would wake
the aunts from their afternoon naps. Then she ran lightly down the wide
staircase and all the way to the gate and called as loud as she could,
"Mary! Mary!" but either Becky was too far away or would not turn her
proud head. There were some other persons in the street, who looked with
surprise and interest to see where such an eager shout came from, but
Betty Leicester had tur