"Good morning, Mr. Ashe," she greeted him, smiling. "I did not expect
to find you coming to hear Mrs. Crapps."
"To hear Mrs. Crapps?" he echoed. "Who is Mrs. Crapps?"
Mrs. Fenton turned back as she was entering the iron gate which between
stately stone posts shut off the domain of the Frostwinches from the
world, and marked with dignity the line between the dwellers on Mt.
Vernon Street and the rest of the world.
"Do you mean," asked she, "that you didn't know that Mrs. Crapps, the
mind-cure woman, is to lecture here this afternoon?"
Ashe drew back.
"I certainly did not know it," he answered. "I was coming to speak to
Mrs. Frostwinch about the election."
"It's the last of three lectures," Mrs. Fenton explained. "Mrs. Crapps,
you know, is the woman that has been curing Mrs. Frostwinch."
Ashe stood hesitatingly silent in the gateway a moment.
"I should like to see her," he said thoughtfully. "Not from mere
curiosity, but because I cannot understand what gives these persons a
hold over intelligent men and women."
"The thing that gives her a hold over Mrs. Frostwinch is that she has
raised her up from a bed of sickness.
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