I simply thanked her again.
They left regrets and kind messages, and swept through the hall in a complacent fashion.
I ran up stairs and took off my dress in a hurry.
“It wasn’t worth the trouble;” I declared with some disgust. “I really think I could find more intellectual enjoyment in tacking down carpets. I am sure I could in hanging pictures.”
“What a depraved taste! And West Side people, too!”
“I can’t help it, Miss Churchill would have been charming.” Then I repeated Miss Maynard’s offers.
“Very thoughtful of her;” said Fan dryly.—“People in her position can do many nice things if they try. I would not have hung that picture in the parlor if it had not been for papa.”
“Our parlor is our own,” replied I.
“No, it belongs in part to the parish.”
Mrs. Whitcomb laughed at that.