I should have been more trustful of the kindly gods. For Rose and Rose were waiting for me at the door, smiling at me and at each other. Whatever solution they had reached satisfied both. I could see that in a flash, and seeing that, I was happy.
“Rose and I,” said Rose-the-first, later that evening when we were all cosy, “have had a great talk, haven’t we?”
“Tremendous,” said Rose, laying her hand on her mother’s and stroking it.
“And we’ve decided that nothing must interfere with Rose’s plans to become an artist.”
“You decided, you mean,” said Rose-the-second.
“We’ve decided,” her mother repeated, “and so Rose is going off almost directly to her Hostel, just as if no ghost had frightened her.”
“O mother!” said Rose reproachfully.
“And I’m going too,” Rose-the-first continued.
“Both going?” I exclaimed in alarm.
“Only to find a house,” she went on.