Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
"Not often you have a telephone call，Mr Cust?" "No-er-no，Mrs Marbury.It isn't." "Not bad news，I trust?" "No-no."How persistent the woman was.His eyes caught the legend on thenewspaper he was carrying. Births-Marriages-Deaths...... "My sister's just had a little boy，"he blurted out. He-who had never had a sister! "Oh，dear!Now-well，that is nice，I am sure. ("And never once mentioned a sister all these years，"was her inwardthought."If that isn't just like a man!")I was surprised，I'll tell you，when the lady asked to speak to Mr Cust.Just at first I fancied it was myLily's voice-something like hers，it was-but haughtier if you know what Imean-sort of high up in the air.
Mary Cassatt painting
Well，Mr Cust，my congratulations，I'm sure.Is it the first one，or haveyou other little nephews and nieces?" "It's the only one，"said Mr Cust. "The only one I've ever had or likely to have，and-er-I think I must gooff at once. They-they want me to come. I-I think I can just catch a train if I hurry." "Will you be away long，Mr Cust?"called Mrs Marbury as he ran up thestairs. "Oh，no-two or three days-that's all." He disappeared into his bedroom.Mrs Marbury retired into the kitchen，thinking sentimentally of "the dear little mite".
Mary Cassatt painting