Her eyes shone. (Oh, what--what was taking place down stairs?)
Cuthbert said "Come on," in a wild way. These spirits had been natural with him just lately.
But this time five girls intervened.
"Not if I know it," said Isobel.
And "Get you to your Adelaide Maud," cried Betty. So there was no more dancing for Elma just then.
"However," said she, "for the first time in my life, I think, I'm really looking forward to Tuesday night." They were to have a dance in honour of Isobel's wedding. "I think that whether Dr. Merryweather is alive or dead, I shall dance the whole evening." She began to adopt Jean's manner. "Do you know," she said to her, "I feel so inspired. I think I could go and compose an anthem!" (What were they saying downstairs?)
"Oh," said Betty. "She said that just before she took ill, you know. And I lay awake at night thinking she would die. Because I asked you, you know, just in fun, were you going to die because you wanted to write an anthem."
"On the contrary," said Elma, "I now want to write an anthem because I'm about to live."
"Look here, Elma," said Mabel sedately, "if you don't sit down and keep yourself quiet, I shall get Dr. Merryweather to come."
"If he has time," said Isobel drily.