“No, ma’am, she did not.”
“That was strange!”
“I don’t believe she ever gave it a thought, nor that it would be expected or asked for.”
“Why not? I might have half America giving me a call!”
“I’m sure I don’t see why they should?” rejoined Mrs. Aron brusquely. “However, Mrs. Grogan, she told me that you’d be right glad to see me! In short, she said that most likely, for her sake, you’d give me house-room for a week or so.” After a short pause she added, “My box is at the ho-tell.”
“I’m positively certain Nora never said anything of the sort,” burst out Mrs. Doran. “I prefer to invite my own guests. Surely you are not in her class of life?” looking her slowly up and down.
Mrs. Aron’s clothes were cheap, and a little shabby: a long blue waterproof, a mock fur tie, black thread gloves, and a bonnet that had suffered from the weather.
“Yes I am, and just in her own class,” she answered sharply.
“But Mrs. Grogan is a wealthy woman.”
“Oh, is she?”