“What are they doing with black borders?”
“She bought a job lot of paper the other day, all colors and sizes, trying to be economical. She uses the mourning ones to pay the bills.”
“Yes, and I'll have to be putting little pink love letters in big blue envelopes all winter. Say, Hat, do you suppose it would be all right if I called up Mr. Wicker to ask him how the trial is going?”
“Of course not. We'll hear as soon as there is anything to hear. I wish you'd hush talking and let me study.”
Connie heroically refrained from speech for five minutes, then she announced:
“Do you know, I don't believe Miss Lady likes him!”
“Who? Mr. Wicker?”
“No, you silly,—Don.”
“When did you stop saying Cousin Don, pray?”
“Oh, ages ago. She's always so quiet when he comes, and she goes up-stairs the first chance she gets. I think she's changed a lot since she first came, don't you?”