“Wouldn’t you know it?” Miss Barry said, lightly. “One of the nicest rooms in the house—I think the very nicest. It’s wonderful how well men do themselves, isn’t it?”
“Oh, but in this case it’s Hilda.”
“It’s your brother first of all. You’ll see. It will be the snuggest corner of the whole place, and they won’t let a woman look into it.”
She glanced at me—but casually. She glanced again—but casually again. As no one introduced me, a greeting between us was not called for. But when Mrs. Grace finished her questions about the rugs and they were passing into the next room, Regina Barry turned and looked at me a third time. It was now an inquiring look, and significant.
“Elsie, who’s that man?” I heard her say, after she had joined her companions.
The reply gave my name.
“Oh!”
“He’s been helping Ralph all summer. That’s how he and Esther were able to get away.”
“Oh!”
“Now we’re going on to the day nursery—”