“It would be wiser to send him to business college.”
“Roy’s heart is set on Princeton, but if we can’t afford that,—and I don’t see how we possibly can!—then Columbia. He could commute, you know.”
Voices and the sound of feet on the porch announced arrivals. Jeannette drew aside a limp window curtain and gazed down at the front steps.
“It’s that pimply Eckles youth,” she announced.
“His dog has nine puppies and he’s promised one to me,” came from the bed.
“I hope Etta doesn’t ask him to stay to dinner,” Alice remarked, “it’ll make Kate furious.”
“No, he’s going.... I must take off my things.”
Etta running upstairs a moment or two later found her aunt before the mirror in her room, powdering her nose.
“Oh, darling!” The girl rushed at her and flung her arms about her enthusiastically.
“Careful,—careful, dearie,—I’ve just fixed myself.” Jeannette held Etta’s arms to the girl’s sides and implanted a brief kiss on her forehead. The enthusiasm of her niece was in nowise crushed.