"Which reminds me that we'll both need gowns. So, please order whatever you want."
"You're awfully generous with me," and Mary laid an impulsive hand on Aunt Caroline's. She felt very small and mean and unworthy.
"I want you to be a credit to the family, my dear. So far, you're doing beautifully! Have you spoken to William about buying the yacht?"
"Oh, we don't have to buy one! We just hire one—charter it, I think they say."
"It sounds like hiring clothes," said Aunt Caroline. "Still, I leave it all to you and William. But if it's necessary, buy one. And please get it as large as possible. We wouldn't want to be seasick, you know."
"We'll only sail where it's nice and calm," Mary assured her.
"And where there are the proper sort of people. Very well, my dear. And, oh, I've just remembered: have you done anything yet about Mrs. Rokeby-Jones?"
That lady had passed completely out of Mary's head.
"Why—er—you see, this other matter came up, Miss Marshall, so I haven't done anything about her as yet."
"Never mind the dinner, then," said Aunt Caroline.