"It is all the rainbow colours," Elizabeth said, "isn't it lovely, Mother, dear?"
"I'm so glad you like it. I had a bad time making up my mind what to get."
"These capes look so grand when you come out of the water, and it's cold, too, running up to the bath-house. You really need something. Look here."
Madget had insinuated her bobbing curls into the depths of the cap, and then, standing, was swathing herself in the folds of the bright cape.
"She looks like one of the Stewart babies. I don't know why, but I suppose it's that dressed-up look they have. Her hair is clean, because I washed it myself. What are you laughing at, Mother?"
"It seems so extraordinary to have you in charge of a family of children."
"Well, somebody had to take an interest in them. It's Grandmother that takes the real care of them, though. I only help as I can."
Mrs. Swift smiled a smile of deep satisfaction into her embroidery.
"I am very pleased with you, dear," she said.
"Mother," Elizabeth's gaze became fixed out of the window, "a boy comes to call on me sometimes. I don't think you would disapprove, because Grandfather invited him—but there he comes now."