"I shall say something, Narcissus," she remarked in the last moment before going downstairs.
"If you do, you'll be sorry. Much best to let well alone," said Narcissus.
But if Marigold once formed a purpose, she was not easily bent from it.
"Mother, wouldn't you like to see the wild beasts too?" she asked a few minutes later.
Mrs. Plunkett looked all over Marigold, as if trying to divine the motive for so unexpected a question.
"You'll be dull here, all alone. Why shouldn't you come? It'll be such fun all of us together."
To Marigold's surprise a gleam of positive softness stole into the vinegary visage.
"Well—I don't mind if I do! I've been nowhere for ever so long."
A protesting sigh from Narcissus was audible.
"There, that's the way!" said Mrs. Plunkett, suddenly overclouded. "As sure as ever I say I'll do anything, I'm made to feel as nobody wants me."