“What a delightful day! Though I have not done half the things that I meant to,” said Miss Lucy as they were nearing home. “We were to look over those Russian views this afternoon, and I was to show you my sketches. It is all Winthrop’s fault. We shall have to take the day over again, Fanny.”
“I cannot say that I am sorry I came, having a high regard for the truth. But then I am going; and the world will still last;” he returned.
“That must be our comfort.”
“I wish you and your sister would come over soon, not merely to tea, but to spend a good long afternoon;” said Miss Churchill. “And I have a basket of flowers to send home with you.”
“Does Miss Endicott go alone?” Winthrop asked.
“In the carriage—unless you should have the politeness to accompany her,” answered Miss Churchill rather inconsequently.
“With pleasure—if Aunt Lucy can spare me.”
“I shall march straight to bed, you saucy boy.”
The ladies were helped out. Fanny thought she had better keep right on. Miss Churchill brought a great basket of fragrance and beauty, and said she would send the parcel over the next morning, “that is if you are quite sure that you will not feel patronized,” she whispered.
“No,” returned Fan frankly. “Rose and I will be most grateful.”