“Oh, it is delightful, and such a beautiful home. Such a lovely town—”
Her face was radiant with pleasure. Then they paused.
“We go on a few blocks further. We live in Gray street. I am very glad to have met you. Shall I see you again next Sunday morning?”
“Oh, yes,” promised Lilian.
Then she took her mother’s arm.
“Did you like it mother dear? I thought the service very simple and sweet.”
“And the lady was so friendly. I told her we were at the Seminary. The daughter teaches school, and she asked me to visit them—to come to tea some day. Do you suppose Mrs. Barrington would object? Would you like to go?” timidly.
“Why it would be very pleasant.”
“Everybody seems so grand, I’m glad not to go to the high-up tables; I’m so afraid of mistakes. You see when people get along in life it isn’t so easy to take up new ways. But that Mrs. Trenham seemed like some of the Laconia folks.”
“Yes, we will go again next Sunday,” said Lilian. “And to tea the first time we are invited.”