“Everything will be the same in time, my dear girl. Just keep a cool head, and wait.”
“Oh, I declare I feel all goose-flesh!” whispered her charge.
“Never mind; follow me closely. This way. Our table is in a corner”—and as she spoke the chaperon entered the brilliantly lit dining-room—already crowded—and proceeded to steer Lady Joseline into society for the first time.
CHAPTER XX
“I don’t rightly know whether I am on me head or my heels!” declared her ladyship, when she had taken a seat in the corner, with her back against the wall, and proceeded to gaze about her. “What a power of people! I suppose this is a glimpse of what Father Daly calls ‘the world.’ No,” to the ready waiter, “no broth!”
The man, with blank, impassive face, bowed, and offered soup to Miss Usher.
“Dear child,” she murmured, when he had departed, “this is soup; we don’t call it broth.”
“Very well then, I won’t”—taking up the ménu, and looking over it. “I declare to goodness if it isn’t in a foreign language! Will ye tell me, what’s the use of that?”