“Well, you see, Cousin Maude, I am ‘out’ now.”
“Yes, you have stretched your little wings and flown beyond the village into what is called the world. I wonder how you will like it?”
“Very much, I think, as far as I have seen.”
“And that amounts to one ball. What experience!”
“Letty has not seen much,” admitted Mrs. Fenchurch; “but our little world has now seen her,” and she smiled complacently. “Ah, there is Wilson, of course, somebody wants me. Oh, I really never have five minutes to myself. I expect it is about the carpenter. Don’t go away before I come back, Maudie,” and she bustled out of the room.
“Now, my dear child,” said Mrs. Hesketh, dragging her down beside her on the sofa, “tell me really and truly, all about last evening. Was it as nice as you expected?”
“Yes—every bit.”
“And which of your partners did you like the best? Come, honour bright.”
Letty reflected for a moment.
“As far as dancing went, there was an Austrian Attaché who danced like a dream—but, of course, I knew Mr. Lumley before.”