"Here you are," said Barbara. "I've brought your fur boa too, because it's sure to be cold. Holland has got your bag."
Without a word Alex rose, and they went down the broad staircase.
"I hope it'll be nice," said Barbara cheerfully.
"It's very brave of you to go, I think, Alex, and you'll write and tell me all about it, and how you like poor people, and all that sort of thing."
Alex realized that her sister was talking for the benefit of the servants.
There was a rush of icy, sleet-laden wind, as the front door was opened.
"Gracious, what a night!"
Barbara retreated to the stairs again.
"Good-bye, Alex. Let me know what things you want sent on."
"Good-bye," said Alex, apathetic from fatigue.