"So you shall. But first tell me, what have you got in your hand?"
"Something to go to bed with. See, mammy! It is a pretty red plum," opening her delicate pink fist, for her mother's admiration.
"Where did you get it, darling?"
"In the dining-room."
"From Lord Rossmoyne?"
"No. From Mr. Kelly. I would not have the one Lord Rossmoyne gave me."
Olga laughs mischievously, and Mrs. Herrick colors.
"Why?" she says.
"Because I like Mr. Kelly best."
"And what did you give him?"