“You must eat more than a humming-bird, Jacqueline,” Aunt Eunice urged. “It will be a long time to luncheon time.”
“We’ll lunch in Boston,” said Cousin Penelope, in her masterful manner. “I wrote Dr. Stoddard for an appointment. He’ll put in another hour on Jacqueline’s teeth.”
“Oh, misery!” thought Caroline.
“And we must get Jacqueline a bathing suit,” added Cousin Penelope.
“And some sand toys,” supplemented Aunt Eunice. “You and Mildred aren’t too old to make me some sand pies, are you, dear?”
Caroline smiled, and do you know, though her smile came less frequently than Jacqueline’s, it was just as sweet?
“Come, Jacqueline!” Cousin Penelope was calling next moment from down the hall. Such an energetic Cousin Penelope as she was that early morning! “We must select some music to take along.”
“Oh!” cried Caroline, swooping after her. “Will there be a piano?”
“Did you think we could live without one? I’m urging Madame Woleski to spend at least a week with us.”
A week under the same roof with Madame Woleski! Carried away with the prospect of such happiness, Caroline forgot everything but the music that she sorted—music that she might some time play for Madame Woleski’s criticism. She actually forgot that Jacqueline existed, until she heard the cushioned wheels of the great limousine roll singingly across the gravel of the drive.