“I know the air is too much for you, Mother,” she said crisply.
Aunt Eunice seemed rather to sigh but she offered no protest.
“By the way, Jacqueline,” Cousin Penelope turned to Caroline who sat between the two ladies, “I didn’t see that Miss Fisher, who was to look after you from Chicago. I wished of course to thank her.”
“She got off at Pittsfield,” Caroline managed to find her tongue.
“Indeed!” said Cousin Penelope in an icy voice. What things she could evidently have said to Miss Fisher!
“And left you to travel by yourself?” cried Aunt Eunice. “No wonder she’s tired and upset, Penelope, all alone like that.”
“I—I played with a little girl,” explained Caroline, “and I always have Mildred.”
“Is that your dolly’s name?” Aunt Eunice asked quickly.
Caroline nodded.
Aunt Eunice patted her hand with her soft plump palm.