“Thanks! Same to you! Don’t get lost.”
“Straight up the Square and first on the right,” called the commonsense of Mr. Povey.
Nothing else remained to say, and the visitor disappeared silently in the whirling snow. “Brrr!” murmured Mr. Povey, shutting the door. Everybody felt: “What a funny ending of the old year!”
“Sophia, my pet,” Mrs. Baines began.
But Sophia had vanished to bed.
“Tell her about her new night-dress,” said Mrs. Baines to Constance.
“Yes, mother.”
“I don’t know that I’m so set up with that young man, after all,” Mrs. Baines reflected aloud.
“Oh, mother!” Constance protested. “I think he’s just lovely.”
“He never looks you straight in the face,” said Mrs. Baines.