“And they must have had them, if—I see now what you meant, Cousin Tracy.”
“Did you know that among those men was one whose father had been a Woodford man? A distant connection of the family, at that?”
Blue Bonnet shook her head. “I never knew that.”
“Woodford should be proud of him. Not a bad subject for a Sargent, eh?”
It seemed to Blue Bonnet, that if all roads led to Rome, most subjects nowadays led up, sooner or later, to the Sargent. “Then you know about the Sargent competition?” she asked.
“My dear Señorita, could one have relatives in Woodford, and not know of it?”
“And you feel that way about it, too? Oh, I am glad!”
Mr. Winthrop smiled slightly. “I have sometimes thought that if I lived in Woodford, I might be tempted to feel that way about it.”
Blue Bonnet smiled across at him in perfect understanding. “I’m not going to try, you know.”
“Ah!” Then Cousin Tracy’s face sobered; Lucinda would not at all approve of the turn the conversation was taking.