"A lady who is quite prominent here in club circles—women's clubs, I mean. I used to know her slightly, but I haven't seen her since I've been back."
"Oh, she probably wants to get you into some club. And, Margaret, suppose you join. I think it would be very pleasant for you. It gives one an interest outside her own life."
Mrs. Pennybacker had followed Margaret to the door. When she returned Rosalie had slipped from the pillows, and was lying in a dead faint. The nurse was hastily summoned and restoratives applied.
"Oh," she said faintly as consciousness came back, "if I could have gone then!"
"It was only a sinking spell," the nurse said soothingly, adding to Mrs. Pennybacker in an aside. "She is liable to have them at any time now."
"Well, what did Mrs. Mary S. Belden want?" It was in the library a half hour later. "To secure you for her club?"
"No," said Margaret, "she came to tell me of a meeting to be held the last of the week in the interest of some 'movement' or other and to see if she could secure my co-operation."
"What movement?"
"Oh, I don't know. I declined so promptly that she had no chance to tell me. I think I offended her, but I can't help it. I have no patience with all these women's meetings."
Mrs. Pennybacker pursed her lips, but said nothing.